Chapter 8: …let’s get into that beautiful tub and create some beautiful memories
Our room was beautiful. The bed and its pillows were heart-shaped. A fire blazed in the fireplace and a white fur rug embellished the hearth. A bottle of champagne and two glasses were on the night table and two terry cloth robes hung in the closet.
“The couple who were supposed to spend their honeymoon here were unable to arrive today on account of the weather, — so I got a good deal on the room,” Bob boasted. “This is great, isn’t it?”
“I prayed all the way up here that we would get snowed in,” I laughed.
“That makes two of us,” I heard him say as he put another log on the fire.
“Bob, come look at the bathroom! Have you ever seen anything like it? Even the tub is heart-shaped…. red roses are on the vanity and all kinds of cute little bottles of oils and bubble bath are on the tub. Even the soap is a pink heart… This room is just begging us to take a bath!”
He turned around quickly with a look of disbelief at what he was hearing. “Say that again….”
I took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. “Did you ever see such a romantic trap?”
“Think it’s a trap, huh? Well.…it just may be that. Why don’t you think over what you said before you regret your invitation.…you little tramp!” he laughed.
We settled down on the rug before the fireplace. Bob popped the champagne cork and filled our goblets. The sandwiches, thick and tasty on home-made bread, went down easily with the champagne. The combination was just what we needed to get the chill from our snowbound bodies.
We listened to the radio, danced to the romantic songs of the war era and, to keep our spirits high, laughed and joked about the “trap” in the next room.
After a while, the laughter faded and there was a lull in the conversation. Something had happened between us.
“Bob, let’s get into that beautiful tub and create some beautiful memories to remember when we are far apart .…”
Our eyes met and made the decision, speaking a language that only lovers could understand — and, as the snow fell silently over the countryside, together, we slid into the hot bubbling bathwater.
more tomorrow - when I felt his arm tighten around me…
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