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“I much prefer baths,” I confessed, sinking deeper into the oversized tub with Oliver's arms wrapped around me.
“I think I do too,” he agreed, his touch sending tingles down my spine as he caressed my breasts.
I let out a contented sigh, feeling utterly relaxed in his embrace. But as the clock neared 9:30 p.m., the pang of hunger interrupted our tranquility.
“I think I’ll go to bed without dinner. I’m not hungry,” I murmured, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling in.
“You should eat something. You expended a lot of energy,” Oliver insisted, concern lacing his voice.
“I know. You’re hard to resist,” I admitted with a smile, leaning back against his chest.
“Wait until you’re trapped in a plane with me for hours,” Oliver teased, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
“The mile-high club?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“No, the six-mile-high club. We can sleep in bed the entire trip,” he suggested, his tone playful.
“I’m not sure I want to do that,” I replied, hesitating.
“The bed is very comfortable. You’ll like it,” he reassured me, his lips brushing against my ear.
“It’s not that. I don’t want to be groggy when we arrive,” I explained, voicing my concern.
“Then I’ll make sure you don’t sleep,” Oliver said, his voice laced with determination.
“You’re insatiable. Aren’t men your age supposed to be on the decline sexually?” I teased, unable to resist poking fun at him.
“Maybe some men, but not me—I’m in my prime,” he retorted confidently, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m glad,” I replied sincerely, feeling a surge of affection for him.
“I bet you are,” he said, his tone suggestive, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at me.
Oliver moved my long hair to the side and kissed my neck, gently biting my shoulder.
“You want to get out? My fingers are getting pruny,” Oliver chuckled, breaking the tranquil silence of the bath.
“Yes, I want to go to bed,” I replied, feeling the exhaustion of the day creeping in.
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” he asked, concern etched in his voice.
“No,” I responded simply, my hunger forgotten in my desire for sleep.
“Do you mind if I have something? I’m starved,” he inquired, his stomach rumbling audibly.
“Go ahead. I’ll meet you in bed,” I assured him, already anticipating the warmth of the sheets.
“Naked, I hope,” he teased.
“I’ll be naked, but I doubt I’ll have the energy to do anything,” I admitted with a weary smile.
“I just want your warm body against mine,” he murmured.
With Oliver's gentle prodding, I reluctantly got out of the bath, the warmth of the water replaced by the enveloping embrace of a thick white towel. He helped me dry my hair with the blow dryer before we both slipped under the sheets, exhaustion pulling us into its embrace.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, unaware of when Oliver joined me in bed. But when a bad dream jolted me awake, I found him curled around me, his presence a comforting anchor in the darkness. It’s what I remembered as I drifted back to sleep.
“Sweetheart, wake up,” Oliver's voice cut through the haze of sleep.
