The spherical bomb rolls slowly from my hand and explodes, as it hits the water. I gently push the robe off my shoulders and step into the fizzing bath. Me time.
I turn off the taps, lower myself into the scented, steamy bubbles and relax. Calm, for the first time since that real bombshell rolled out from your lips. Now, I soak in your last gift to me; my whole being, still immersed in you.
Originally published: Paragraph Planet
