Amelie watched as the bathtub filled with water, hot steam quickly filling the quiet bathroom along with the pleasant scent of the oils and bath salts mixed together into a calming harmony that enveloped her body like an invisible, comforting shawl.
She sat in the soothing hot water, carefully leaning against the round back of the white tub, and although her body had finally begun to relax, her mind was far from getting any rest.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the very same picture which seemed to be holding her brain hostage with its deadly grip while setting her flustered heart pounding loudly against her ribcage.
'He looked… stunning.'
Amelie felt hot blood rushing to her face once again and it wasn't the bathwater's fault. She had to slap her face several times to get rid of those unsettling thoughts, but alas, it was impossible.
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