Angel's POV
He was taking a long time in that bath.
I had left the bed and sat by the fire, listening to the sounds from behind the curtain and I thought: men have a reputation for punctuality in most things and apparently bathing is the exception, because this was taking considerably longer than it needed to and every minute of it was a minute I was sitting in his chair in his room with the fire and the sounds and all the thoughts I had run out of room to avoid.
I looked at the ceiling, attempting to count the designs and symbols.
Then the curtain moved.
I turned.
And then I turned back. Quickly. Blushing from ear to ear.
The fire was very interesting, and I kept my eyes trained on it.
