122. Rosalyn

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

ROSALYN

I'm careful to put my dirty clothes into the hamper, checking that I haven't left anything out of place on the bathroom counter.

Charles circles around on the couch pillow I've placed on the floor for him outside the shower, and I make a mental note to put that back when I'm done showering.

I know Nathan won't care if the condo is clean or messy. But letting him come home to an organized space is the least I can do.

Naked, I reach into the shower stall and turn on the water.

Nathan isn't due home until tonight, but I want to take my time getting ready and pamper myself a little bit. Because if we don't have sex tonight, I'm going to riot.