[The image in his mind isn't far from the truth. She's sunk down to her shoulders in the water, hair haphazardly piled on the top of her head, eyes shut. She dumped some floral scented bath oil into the hot water, and she's thoroughly enjoying the scent and the heat.
She tells herself she'll get out once the water starts to cool, but a part of her wishes she could just sleep in the warmth.
It's the closest she gets to what she misses so dearly.
She can hear Clive's footsteps, and pretends she wasn't think of him.]
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She tells herself she'll get out once the water starts to cool, but a part of her wishes she could just sleep in the warmth.
It's the closest she gets to what she misses so dearly.
She can hear Clive's footsteps, and pretends she wasn't think of him.]