Admitting and accepting my feelings

It was already dusk before we came back, our little shopping exceeded my expectations and rather it turned out to be a whole day shopping. The car was filled up and lucky for us, it was just the two of us in the vehicle. Mariano inserted the keys into the ignition, starting the engines and we drove back home.

On arrival, Guzman was by the entrance of the hotel, standing as though he was awaiting our return. We parked just in front of him, the other guards came to our aid while Mariano walked over to Guzman. I knew it was business related as such I would rather let him handle his business by himself.

I made it back to our hotel room and made it to the room. Immediately I walked into the bathroom as I reeked of sweat.

I turned on the water and it filled the bathtub, without hesitation I dipped myself into the hot bath. It was refreshing and relieving at the same time.

“Cassandra.” I heard my name being called, it was him.

“Bathing.” I responded at the top of my voice.

“Ohh, why don’