Chapter one hundred and seventy

Luka’s POV

This time it was the memories of the time she was fucked in the bath. Memories of when I checked my time for the umpteenth time, wondering why Emily was still taking so much time in the bathroom when been over an hour already, and the bathroom door was still closed.

Of the times I knew I wasn't supposed to still be in there in her room, but for some reason, I felt as though I needed to ensure she was totally okay, before retiring to my room.

I paced her room impatiently, contemplating on opening up the bathroom door or not.

After another few minutes, I decided to do both. I slowly twisted the handle, then turned it slightly, opening the door just enough to allow me to peek inside.

I shook my head in both relief and exasperation when I saw that she had fallen asleep in the bathtub, fully covered in the bubbles the bath had created. She seemed so peaceful while sleeping, unlike her restless self, as of earlier, I noted as I moved closer to the tub.

“Shit,” I mumbled as I dip