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Chris had a really bad day. And now we're home and I'm trying to help him forget. We had dinner, and took a hot bath and now I want to change venues. "I want to take you to bed... I want to watch you unravel beneath me... is that ammenable to you?"

"Amenable...?" he chuckles softly. "That would be fucking perfect..."

I smirk. "Come on," I say. We manage to detangle without sloshing too much water over the sides. We dry off and go to bed. We slip beneath the covers and lay close. "Hey, you..."