headed down the
stairs to his own room； she felt disappointed。 Part of her wondered if
flirting with danger could end on a happy note this time。
The night manager hadn't only left extra towels； but he'd also left a
package of goodies tailor…made for the stranded motorist。 There was a
toothbrush； toothpaste； a b； soap； and； luxury of luxuries； an
envelope of bubble…bath powder。
Chloe smiled。 She'd had her share of tension today； now she would
release it。 The devil could take the hour； she would take a long； hot
bath！
Several deft flicks of her wrist sent a full stream of hot water into
the long porcelain tub； which stood； in keeping with the vintage aura of
the inn itself； on four clawed feet。 Feeling scandalous； she sprinkled
the entire contents of the envelope beneath the steaming flow。
Moments later she was immersed to her neck in bubbles。 Draping her hair
over the lip of the tub； she closed her eyes and gave in to pleasure。
Was it true what they said about the subconscious urge to return to the
womb？ Was this all…enveloping warmth； this light floating what it had
been like？
The womb； however； was not where she wished most to be at that moment。
Rather； she thought of the arms that had held her earlier； the lips that
had kissed her； the strong body that had supported her。 Buoyed by a
sense of euphoria； she allowed herself to think back on the full story
of that night eleven years ago。
It had been the holiday recess。 She and Crystal had returned from their
first semester at the university to spend Thanksgiving with the family。
The boys were gathered： AJLAN from Denver； Chris from Chicago； Ti
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