The Duchess's limit

Somehow, this bath feels longer than the journey.

I'm still kissing Alexander, with my eyes closed and my arms around his neck. I pressed my breasts on his chest, and I've sunk my fingers in his hair.

«Thea,» he whispers, trying to get my attention back. «The water...»

I open one eye and glance at the colour the water has. The foam has dispersed, letting me see the dirt.

I sigh, beaten, and try to forget about it. Still, it's impossible.

Also, it's not warm anymore. How long have I been kissing my Duke?

«Close your eyes!» I exclaim, and then I get out in search of a towel to wrap myself into.

Before the Duke can come out, though, I grab a sponge and start rubbing his back with strength. In the end, I got distracted and forgot this small detail.

«Done,» I say after finishing. I walk to the fire. There's a sofa close to the chimney, so I sit there and start rubbing my hair.