I rushed to the bathroom. This thinking would not make me better than I was now. No more Ethan. No more thinking about his delicious tattoos, that I would be happy to trace with my tongue. No! A sigh escaped my lips, my hand slapping my forehead. Shower.
Gently, I locked the french doors, and stripped to my bra and underwear. I looked over the bathroom, I efficiently succeeded to lock myself in. Its was beautiful. Granite counter tops, marble floors, and stainless steel made up the extravagant bathroom. It put my tiny apartment to shame.
I rummaged through the display products splayed on the side of the tub. Lavender body washes, rose petals in a box (that was already open), and oils. Mostly, warming ones. My lips stretched into a smile. I was in heaven.
Running the water, I giggled, taking a rose water bath bomb, the sweet smelling bath ornament landing in the water with a plop. I added drops of lavender, and other moisturizing oils. The bathroom fogged slightly, casting a satisfying smelling cloud over me. I stripped, and slowly lay in the warm oasis. Another sigh left my lips, this time in ecstasy. This was incredible.