Emilia
He keeps facing the opposite way to me, but I still feel his intent. His patience was waning. The others had probably slept with him on their first night here. He did say it himself. He had to hold Anton back. My stomach tied itself in knots at his comment.
He gently moves to the large bathtub and turns on the water. Turning some coloured liquid into the running water.
"You really need to have a bath." He announces without turning back and looking at me.I sniff my armpit. He is right, I stank.
He fills the tub until bubbles are practically overflowing. "Get in."
"Uhm…,uhm I can just shower."
At least, I could sort of just hide myself from him.
He crossed the room and headed towards me. He ribs the blanket from my body. With his eyes locked on mine, he lifts me off my feet, and he carries me to the bathtub. He slowly lowers me into a hot, or at least, warm water.
