Chapter 53

• How I could be so relieved yet feel still so raw and vulnerable didn’t make much sense to me. Telling Darcy that I was submissive and that most of my submissive fantasies were about
• her made it difficult to speak as we made short work of bathing and then toweling each other dry before moving back into her bedroom. She went to her vanity — a glass and brass table and mirror in the corner of her room where she grabbed a bottle of oil. The smell was familiar, wholly hers with some note in it that reminded me of church and the haunting sound of mass recited in Latin by a chorus of male voices.
• “Let me do that,” I asked softly, and she smirked before handing the bottle to me.