A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~eighty-three~

Chapter 83

My entire body aches as I linger under the multiple heads in the steam-filled extravagant shower stall. I thought about asking Tobias to join me but I unleashed a beast last night, and I honestly didn't think I could take making love to him again this morning. Three times last night has left me more than a little sore ... but it's a good sore. It reminds me that I got to spend some much-needed alone time with my sexy as hell, well endowed, virile husband. I shut off the water and reach out into the cool bathroom for my warmed towel. Whoever invented the warming towel rack has my undying gratitude. Now that I've gotten used to wrapping myself in soft, fluffy warmth after either a quick in-and-out shower like most days or a long, luxurious soak in the garden tub, there's no way I could go back to cold linens on my heated skin. I quickly shut the door and dry off my body then retrieve the second towel and wrap it around my wet hair. I step out onto the toasty marble tile floor thankful that whomever designed this bathroom opted to put in-floor heating in or I might just have turned into a block of ice. I don't think I've ever totally recovered from getting unbearably cold the day Peanut made her entrance. After thoroughly towel drying my hair, I step into my closet. I decide on comfort over anything else today since I got a total of five hours' sleep in two-and-a-half hour increments. Right now I don't feel too bad but later on I know I'll be dragging. I dress in a comfortable dark gray cotton nursing bra and matching boy shorts, a long sleeve black and gray striped nursing shirt, gray yoga pants, and black and gray walking shoes. I dress then return to the bathroom, hang up my wet towels, and then pull my dryer out to dry my hair. When I'm messing around with it, I catch a glimpse of a mark on the back of my neck. I dig a hand held mirror out of one of the small drawers, turn around, lift my hair, and look at myself.

"Tobias Eaton," I growl under my breath as I take in the reddish mark on the back of my neck and it isn't exactly little. Others will be able to see it.

"Did you need something?" he asks as he walks into the room.

"Yes," I calmly say even though I'm far from calm. "I would really like you to stop leaving marks on me where people can see them." I let my hair fall back into place and, just like I thought, the love bite is still visible. I groan. He brushes my hair out of the way and looks at the mark.

"I've done this before?" he asks, bewildered. Hhm. I must never have told him.

"Mm-hm," I say.

"I'm sorry," he says, genuinely meaning it as he gently runs his finger over it. "It won't happen again, although I have to be honest, love. I don't remember ever doing something like this. Does it hurt?" I shake my head. He leans over and kisses it softly making my heart rate increase. "I really am sorry." I put the mirror down and turn toward my remorseful husband.

"I'm sorry I got upset," I say. "It really isn't a big deal but the last time I had one, Christina's the one who found it and teased me relentlessly about it and, of course, it embarrassed me."

"Will she ever learn?" he asks with a growl.

"I doubt it. She was born Candor after all. She has the habit of speaking her mind," I say. I wrap my arms around his neck and go up on my tiptoes for a lingering kiss. "Good morning, Mr. Eaton."

"Good morning, Mrs. Eaton."

"Thank you for letting me sleep a few more hours after I fed Peanut. That was very thoughtful of you."

"You're very welcome but I did that for selfish reasons," he says. "I was exhausted, too, and since the kids were all still asleep, I thought we could use the time to get some much-needed rest after last night." His eyes darken, thinking about our eventful evening or should I say morning. "How are you feeling?"