Bella washed slowly, taking her time, enjoying the feeling of the water and the memories playing behind her eyelids. She used his shampoo just to smell him longer. She ran the soap over her skin and thought about his hands doing the same.
When she finally stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, she felt clean and fresh and ready for the day.
She dried her hair, brushed it until it fell in soft waves, and applied just a touch of makeup, enough to look awake, not enough to look like she was trying.
Then she stood before the wardrobe, considering her options. Something comfortable…
She chose a soft cream sweater that draped off one shoulder, perfect for showing off that mark near her collarbone. She paired it with comfortable jeans and simple flats.
One last look in the mirror.
Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes sparkled. She looked happy.
Really, truly happy.
She grabbed her phone and noticed a message from a familiar number. She opened it and smiled.
