"You're so spoiled," I say fondly, sounding quite happy about it. Bittle deserves to be spoiled. I turn to stride naked into the main part of the room, looking around expectantly. I did order the romance package, after all. There's a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in a bucket of ice, and I grab that along with a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries before heading back into the bathroom. The cold water drips from the bottle and runs down my chest, making me hiss as my skin pebbles up.

"Will this do, sir?" I smirk and set the items on the tiled edge of the window and climb into the tub, leaning forward to sling my arms around Bittle's hips and pull him down with a splash. He lands in my lap and I murmur happily as I press my lips to the side of his neck, gesturing distractedly to the basket of sweet smelling toiletries. "D'you want bubbles, mon chou?"