Bram;
I battle a grin as I step into the space. The steam curls around me like hands of a flirtatious prostitute, and my grin grows.
I feel the gentle heat begin to pull out beads of sweat out of me as I walk deeper in. I walk past the marble pillars at the entrance of the bathhouse, and excitement rushes through me like electrical waves.
The air smells faintly of rain… and flowers. Gentle… majestic scents. Like vanilla and roses. Expensive and highly sophisticated. Just the kind of scent I imagined he'd have.
Zephan.
I look towards the pool in the middle of the room, and I freeze.
Okay… No one can tell me that he didn't get more attractive overnight.
He's sitting against the smooth edge of the pool, one arm resting lazily over the rim, with his head rolled back and eyes shut. He looks so at peace. Like he has no worries in the world. Like the whole world is helplessly at his feet.
