30: Sub-Servant

After wrapping a towel around me, he stayed behind to drain the tub and blow out the candles. I sat on the edge of the bed watching as the doorway grew darker with each flame extinguished. I didn’t know how I felt about what he said. Hadn’t I already changed in ways that couldn’t be undone?

His body filled the dark space I was watching, his wet shirt pasted against his skin. “I’m going to change into something dry; do you want me to get you something to wear to bed?” No one had a right to look so damn good when I wanted to not want him.

He was doing so well at being good. So why was it the more he behaved himself, the more I wanted him not to? He looked at me expectantly, but not in the way I was used too. He’d asked me a question. What had he asked me?

“Selene?” Oh, no. Now he looked concerned.

He’d asked me if I wanted something. What did I want? I wanted to not be me, even if it was just for a night. I wanted to pre