"Ah ah, mon chou," I tut, leaning into his touch as my eyes shine with amusement. "You leave the thinking up to me. We can start with a bath, though."

I kiss his palm again, because the reaction he had to that was not lost on me, and then I haul him up over my shoulder in a fireman's carry as I head for the bathroom. It's spacious and marbled with a giant jacuzzi tub in front of a window that looks out over the resort. There's a basket of oils and bath bombs next to it, but I think I'll leave those to him. As long as there's hot water and a naked Bittle, I'm good.

While he's still over my shoulder, I lean over to turn on the water. It steams up as it begins to fill the tub, and I reach up to grip Bittle's thigh to steady him.