Was it still the same day? The next? Or the one after that?
At some point, the trio had completely lost track of time.
Now, they were finally in the bathroom, thick with steam, the air heavy and warm.
Christian sat in the oversized tub, hot water lapping against his chest. Eva nestled into his left side, Annabelle into his right, both women tucked perfectly beneath his arms.
The tub was massive — more than enough to hold all three of them without constraint.
The size wasn't a coincidence.
He didn't know it, but Eva had deliberately modified it, she had it shaped like this for moments exactly like these.
