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A Nice Bath
My heart was still racing, as he closed the door behind us. However, I didn’t have much time to dwell on this. He didn’t waste another second before he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.
Kissing Jack always made me feel dizzy. Like my body was losing all its strength. I had to lean against him to support myself. As he pulled away he kept my body close so I wouldn't collapse. His fingers played with my hair.
"You know what sounds good after walking around in that hot sun all afternoon? A nice, relaxing bath,” he commented.
My mind was still hazy from his kiss. I barely even registered what he was saying. It was like my brain auto-piloted right back into my caretaker role.
"Should I draw one for you, Sir?" I asked.
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