Chapter Seventy Nine

Elena reached up to touch that spot and could feel the ghostly traces of those lips; there was just the slightest hint of slickness there, where marie had left a tiny trace of her lip gloss behind. That was the only way Elena knew that it hadn't been a dream. That marie had been looking into her face while elena was dreaming with her eyes open, and had kissed her, caressed her with that flowing blond hair.

Elena thought about that for a minute, and realized she didn't mind. She rather liked it, in fact. She wasn't sure she wanted anything more from marie right now, but that was nice. Elena smiled and then did notice she was turning into a bleached prune. She shut off the whirlpool jets and flipped the drain lever. She turned the water on again and adjusted the temperature and rinsed off the excess bath oil.

She turned on the showerhead attachment and washed her hair. When she was done she got out of the tub and rinsed it out. She grabbed one of the giant fluffy bath towels off the rac