Everything was going fine. You didn't understand how you had ended up, naked, in his arms.
You had just returned from a gruelling mission with Passione and, after filling up on the scraps you could find in the kitchen, headed to your room to take a bath.
Deciding to treat yourself a bit, you filled it with bubble-bath and lit some candles to ensure you'd really relax. A quick dip in the tub wasn't going to cut it this time. Your muscles groaned in protest as you tested the water of the bath. This mission had really taken a toll on you. Sure, the guys you fought weren't that much of a big deal, but the amount of crouching and crawling you had to do as you infiltrated the enemy base was enough to make your muscles ache just by thinking about it.
God, you thought, I am never going on an infiltration mission again, not unless Narancia's there; he's a much better size for crawling around on the floor. Said boy was currently recovering from a minor head injury.
After turning the taps off and hastily undressing yourself, which wasn't very hasty considering your stiff muscles, you climbed into the tub and sighed in bliss. Instantly, your muscles began to unknot as you sank further into the water. The sweet scent of the bubble-bath tickled your nose whilst the candles danced, dimly lighting the room. You even had your favourite songs playing quietly in the background. Sighing again, you relished the treat for what felt like forever.
Once the water started getting cold, reluctantly, you got out of the bath. Not bothered about moisturising just yet, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went to exit the bathroom, feeling utterly rejuvenated. The bath had also relieved the mental stress you felt from the mission. I wonder if this would help when I can't take anymore of Narancia's idiotic comments? Or when Bucciarati sends me on a tough mission? Or when Abbachio's snide remarks start to tick me off? Or when- actually, don't even go there, I'm stressing myself out again. Shaking your head to remove those thoughts, you opened the door.
You're hit with all the stress from the day once again when you see what's waiting for you in your room. Standing in front of you is a big, black, hairy spider. A massive fuck off spider. Any normal person would handle this situation rationally, but you were terrified of their beady little eyes and their long legs, and don't even get started on those fangs. Panicked and scared, you stood in the doorway, frozen. Just like it was sensing how afraid you were, the spider darts in your direction. No. Your mind races. The spider inches closer. Please, no. Doing the first thing that popped into your head, you leapt up onto the counter. The spider comes closer still. Shit.
As embarrassing as it is but not knowing what else to do, you scream for help.