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laughs, passing me my glass... that now has bubbles in.
     
    “Damn, I so didn’t think that through did I?” I moan, placing my glass on the side. 
     
    “Good job I bought the bottle with me.” Doug leans over, tipping the contents of my glass into the ice bucket and re-fills my glass.
     
    “You’re forgiven.” I close my eyes as I take a sip, soft bubbles hit the back of my throat as I swallow, the sweetness of the peach, absolute perfection. I lay back, resting on Doug, 
     
    “So how was your day?”
     
    “Crazy as I predicted. I really shouldn’t leave the office for so long in the future.” his whole body tenses while he talks and I regret bringing it up, I reach down to take his hands in mine.  
     
    “I am guessing yours wasn’t much better?” he lifts our hands together, looking at our locked fingers.
     
    ”No. But its over now.” I try to change the subject to a less tense one “Shall we go out for dinner tomorrow?” 
     
    “Ummm, I like the sound of that, where do you want to go?” I smile, on safer ground. “I really fancy Italian. Can we go for Italian?” 
     
    “Sounds like a plan. Are we still shopping on Saturday?” his wandering hands are now slowly massaging my breasts, slippery from the bubbles. 
     
    “Yes, I’d like to find a dress for Saturday night.” 
     
    “You have tons of dresses, why do you need a new one?” Mr Wandering hands is edging his way lower. 
     
    “I don’t need a new dress, I’d just like one.” Sinking further into the bath, I relax into Doug’s arms. Content to stay here all night and I just might. 
     
    That idea loses its appeal once the water starts to get cold and my fingers and toes look like prunes. Stepping out of the bath first, Doug gets one of his extra fluffy, giant towels and wraps me like you would a small child, arms trapped, before lifting me out of the bath and placing me on the bathmat. 
     
    “Thank you, but I do have legs you know.” 
     
    “Yes, but with no arms, how would you balance yourself?” he winks and grabs a towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist. It slips just a little riding dangerously low, exposing his very lickable V. 
     
    “Dinner?” Doug smirks as he catches me openly ogling him, 
     
    “Yes.. What are we having?” 
     
    “Chinese, okay?”
     
    “Great.”
     
    I wander into the lounge, flopping onto the sofa, turning off the iPod and switching on the TV. Flicking through the channels, I am delighted to find that Dirty Dancing is on. A classic, one of my favourite films. I snuggle down to watch. 
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
    I couldn’t be more comfortable, I’m snuggled under a blanket, resting my head on Doug’s chest, tummy full of Chinese and some comedy show on the TV. I’m not really watching it so I have idea what’s going on. I’m drifting off to sleep when I hear a phone ring. 
     
    “Leave it.” I groan, snuggling back in. The phone stops ringing, and then starts again. 
     
    “I better see who it is, I’ll be right back.” I listen to Doug pad across the lounge and into the kitchen where his phone is.
     
    “Hello?”
     
    Who is calling at 10 o’clock at night? Doug’s voice is muffled, he must have gone into the office. Work then I’m guessing. I lay there, listening to some guy make jokes about another guy who never takes his wallet anywhere, there is laughing and joking and it all seems terribly funny, just not to me, I’m fast entering the land of nod and nothing is going to keep me awake. I’m jolted awake when I’m placed in a freezing cold bed.
     
    “What the hell?” its pitch black. “Doug?” I ask into the darkness. 
     
    “Who else?” he chuckles. 
     
    “Why is it so cold?”
     
    “Because you fell asleep under the blanket and wrapped in a towel downstairs, come here, I’ll warm you up.” I wriggle closer, feeling the heat radiating off him as I get closer, 
     
    “How are you always so warm?” finally coming into