water flows into the tub. its you, your bubbly in a champagne flute, & some bubble bath...

so...you waited for this moment for like a really long time.  12 long stemmed red roses sitting on a vase by the edge of the tub.  you look at your legs, smooth like the hide of a tigress.  romancing yourself is something youve taken to & could get used to, you think.  purple lavender bath beads notwithstanding.  but...something (actually someone) is missing.  you know who it is, youve been thinking about your relationship & what direction it is going in.  suddenly you jump out of the tub and dry yourself off with the towel, and...in a mad dash to run to your laptop & write it all down...you slip and fall, collapsing to the floor in a pile of naked beauty.  luckily you dont have a bad gash on your head or anything, but youve been nicked on the chin, a small cut.  when you wake up, hes holding an ice pack on your chin & wiping the tears away, kissing (what has recently become) your somewhat markedly fatter lower lip due to the fall.  he kisses it softly & sensually, making you think you should fall more often.  but...as it turns out, the only thing youve fallen is in love & now you know this is going to be a forever thing...