The temperature in the bathroom was just right, he had most likely adjusted it.
Over by the bathtub, there was a sound of trickling water, steaming hot water was still running. The scent of essential oil was rising along with the steam, spreading throughout the whole space, leaving so much heat that it was impossible to rest easy.
Yvonne Finley leaned against the mirror, everything before her eyes blurry, she couldn't see anything clearly.
The hand propped on the basin was unconsciously trembling slightly, she swallowed, "I can... myself..."
In fact, she now felt really weak.
But under such circumstances.
A sudden tension crossed her mind, her heartbeat went off balance, she could only struggle to unbutton her own clothes. But having only managed one button, she already began to perspire profusely again, feeling as if she was being watched in the dark.
"Are you watching me?"
She asked softly.
