#Chapter85
I stood there, naked as the day I was born, watching as the hot water filled the tub, a thick layer of foam taking life on the top.
I needed it. I stunk to the high heavens. The overwhelming scent of horse piss and wet straw clung to my clothes, but even stripping of them didn't rid me of the smell.
/"Can I wash you?/" Deacon asked. He was sat on the lip of the tub, still dressed, and he was acting very timid with me, as though he was unsure whether I was going to break down or blow up.
I think I felt closer to a break down than a blow-up. I felt on the verge of tears. My body ached; it had been over a week since I had last been to the gym, but I was aching in places that even the gym couldn't induce.
I nodded. Took a step towards him. He accepted me into his arms, standing up to hold me close. His hands found my face, his lips finding mine. /"Will you get in with me?/"
