You Don't Find Freedom, You Take It.

Darcy cupped my chin and raised my head so that our eyes meet. Leaning our foreheads together, he whispered sweet nothings to me, our eyes closed, breathing in each other's air. Leading me into the other room, I raised my arms and Darcy stripped me bare, until I stood before him, the candlelight bearing witness to my vulnerability. He held out a hand for me, and as I gripped tightly Darcy led me to the bath, the steaming water burning against my cold flesh. Once I had adjusted to the temperature I felt movement behind me as the water rippled. Darcy had joined me. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather my hair in bubbles.