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“Whatever you make, I’ll eat,” I said, not to sound desperate, but I absolutely hated cooking.

“Great. I’ll also make some tea, there’s a couple of great vitamin boosting teas and you could probably use it,” he said, looking me up and down. His eyes lingered over my thighs and then up to my eyes where he smiled. “I get this started, then you can finish it.”

“Yeah. I can do that. And thank you, again, for letting me crash your homestay vacation or whatever it is you do during the month alone,” I said.

He didn’t say anything else, just hum as he got on with running the bath. He poured the red liquid from the bottle into the water under the tap, it immediately foamed and bubbled. “That towel is clean, and if you need anything to wear, let me know and I can find something.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, and waited until he was out of the bathroom before letting out the largest sigh.

Something about him forced me to hold deep breaths in and push out my chest as if I was competing on a masculinity scale. After all I’d heard, I wanted to impress upon him that I wasn’t like everyone else he’d met before. I was significantly better.

Waiting for the bath to fill, I threw the duckies in and sat on the edge of the tub. “I’m gonna have so much fun,” I giggled to myself. I pulled my t-shirt off as the heat of the water got to me. “Should add some cold water to it.”

“I’ve got that razor for you,” Hardin said, startling me. For a cowboy who stomped everywhere, Hardin was light-footed in the house.

Wrapping my arms around my naked torso and leaving my cutesy blue briefs on show, I was in a state of shock. “Uh.”

He turned his head. “The door was open, I thought—”

“It’s fine,” I said, putting my arms down. “And thank you, again. I’ll make sure to add this to my review as well.”

“Don’t you dare,” he grumbled, feeling out in front of himself to place the razor on the sink. “The head is new. And there’s some cream for shaving in the cabinet.” His wild gesturing pointed to the wall when he’d probably meant the mirror cabinet. He stepped back out and closed the door.

I shouldn’t have been nearly naked with the door open, he could’ve walked by and seen me with full ass out. Maybe I wanted that to happen, it was no secret to myself that I found him attractive in a—he’s a warm-blooded man with an air of cowboy danger about him that got the blood pumping in all directions.

The moment I was actually naked, I discovered my cock was chubbed. Navigating the pain in my thighs had distracted me from the tickle growing in my cock. At least the door was closed now.

With some cold water in the bath, the temperature was just right. I stepped into it, my legs shaking as my thighs were going to crumble if I had to stay standing any longer. I relaxed into it, almost sitting on a duckie, and that wasn’t the idea shape I was requesting inside me.

Laid in the tub with my head above water and the mountain of bubbles obscuring views at either side of my head, I was relaxed to the max. The warmth in my thighs matched the warmth of the water. The stillness didn’t last long. I had like ten rubber duckies to play with. My little side came out to play with them but no sudden movements on my lower half.

I played with the duckies for a short while, giving them named, lining them up, creating stories of this giant duck familywho were all swimming from one side of their pond—the bath—to the other but because of a monster—my hand—hiding in the pond, it was scary for them.

I hadn’t realized how long I’d been in the tub until Hardin knocked. “Food will be ready in about fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Fifteen?”

“Yeah, you’ve been in there for over half an hour.”

I hadn’t even washed myself. “Ok. I’m just finishing up.” I was nowhere close to finishing up. My usual reference point for baths were the bubbles, but these bubbles had staying power. A lot of them had dissolved into the water, but more than half of them were still collected in corners of the tub, and behind me.

One final trip across the tub for the duckies, and I gave my body a once over with a bar of soap and then a quick lather of my hair with the shampoo to hand. It was definitely Hardin’s given how strongly scented it was, minty and somewhat cinnamon.

I didn’t know if I’d be able to go back to the cabin and bathe there, thankfully, I had plenty of reasons and excuses to try and take my baths here. I was forming all the responses to why I couldn’t, like the heater not working, or the water coming out dirty.

Hardin knocked again. “I’m just making sure you’re not stuck,” he said through the door. “I realized your upper body strength and core might not be in such great shape.”

“Excuse me.” I mean, he was somewhat right. I struggled to push myself to my legs again, but he didn’t have to call me out because of it. “I’m just fine.”

“I’m just saying, it’s a bit of a deep tub. Well, I’m not offering to help. I’m just making sure you’re not suffering.”

As much as he made a big deal about not wanting to help, he was going out of his way to make sure I was being helped.

Out of the bath, I wrapped myself in the towel. It was full body and fluffy. I wrapped myself in it like a hug. I needed more towels like this in my life. It had that hotel quality about it, the type that whispered,take me homein my ear.

I wiped the mirror clean with the edge of the towel. “Still look pale as hell,” I said, tilting my face up to the overhead light. “Let’s see what you’ve got in your cabinet.”

There was only a small bottle of shaving cream inside the cabinet. It wasn’t really giving any information about Hardin. I bet he didn’t even use this bathroom. The cream itself was old, but no expired. I squirted it into my palm before applying it to my face to create a beard of foam. I shaved, only nicking myself twice, which was an improvement. In all my years shaving, fourteen or something, I’d never managed to do it without cutting myself. I applied a torn dot of toilet tissue to the cut and called it a day.

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