Thoughts

The bath water was getting cold, but as much as I wanted to move, I couldn't. I felt this urge to be given permission. Like a child asks from their parents.

Wait, was this what it means to have "daddy issues"? I thought to myself.

Before I could even remember that I was not alone in here, I heard scoff and then a chuckle.

"Max?"

"Yes, my Queen?" He was in the shower after cleaning up everything in the living room. I had been in this bath a long time. Too long. "I'll tell you when you can get out of the bath."

"Could you, um, maybe, stop listening to my every thought?" I was not as assertive or confident in myself and I couldn't seem to shake it. "Please, Max?"

A low growl made my stomach turn into knots. I dunked my head under the water in fear. I felt the bubbles leave my nose as I let my last bit of air out and knew if I tried to breathe now I would fill my lungs with water so I pinched my nostrils with my thumb and index finger.

All the sudden I felt cold and and out of bre