This is probably going to be the worst decision of my life.
“What?” he asks, staring at it.
“You need a bath. You smell like shit. So I’m helping you bathe.”
“Baths are kinda gross,” he whispers.
“Yeah, well. I’m not helping you in the shower, so you’re going to have to be okay with being human soup for a little bit.”
The man shivers.
I leave him there and head to the bathroom, turning on the faucet of the huge tub and adjusting the heat. Then, I head back to my room, grabbing the bubble bath I bought just for while I live here. I, unlike Cooper, love baths, and the second I saw the grand bathtub in my private bathroom, I knew it was going to be the one great thing about this place.
Adding bubble bath to the tub, I wait for it to get extra bubbly before looking out the door. He’s still right where I left him, watching me curiously.
“Are you coming?” I ask impatiently.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because this feels like a fantasy from my teenage years. I feel like maybe I actually died back on the field.”
I groan, throwing my hands up. “You’re not dumbass. Now let’s go and stop being difficult. I don’t want this any more than you do.”
“I think you’re severely underestimating how much I want this,” he adds as he gets up, an extra pep in his step.
He passes me into the bathroom, and I notice something. “Cooper, where are your curtains?”
“Curtains?”
“Yeah. Bathroom curtains.”
My room did not come with them, but I bought a privacy covering and hired someone to install it with Cooper’s credit card. I’m not quite sure if he knows about that, but what he does not know will not hurt him.
“No one can see in here. Why would I have them?”
I look around, knowing he cannot be serious. “I’ve heard you in here on multiple occasions modeling outfits for Leo.”
The smile that graces this man’s face is otherworldly. “Oh yeah,” he says with a chuckle. “I mean, Leo can technically see in here, but no one else can.”
“What if Leo just, I don’t know, decides to look while you’re showering?”
The man looks confused once again. “The guys see me naked almost every single day. Like, butt ass naked in the showers. I feel like I have to explain this all the time, and I’m not sure why.”
I mean, I guess the explanation passes.
I regard him with a sigh and turn around. “Get in the tub, please.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t argue. Instead, I hear his clothes hit the ground, and water splashes on the floor as he hops in.
“Fucking hell,why do womeninsiston bathing in water hotter than Satan’s ballsack?” he mutters, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.
“Your hand is out of the water, right?” I ask.
“Yeah. Going to need at least one hand that doesn’t have first-degree burns, right?”
I take my place behind his head, thankful that the bubbles leave everything covered. Taking the detachable faucet from his bath off the handle, I make sure his hair is completely soaked before adding shampoo.
