Caroline's POV
“Make sure you pick a good restaurant,” I called after Peter as he left the room, my voice carrying that sweet edge I was starting to enjoy using on him. The door clicked shut and I let out a slow breath.
I headed straight into the luxurious en-suite bathroom, stripping off my clothes and stepping under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascaded over my skin, easing some of the tension in my muscles. As I lathered soap across my body, memories flooded in without warning.
I remembered softer days ...when Peter was sweet and attentive. We used to bathe together in this very tub, his hands gentle as they washed my back, laughter echoing off the tiles while he kissed my shoulders.
Back when he made me feel wanted instead of like a possession. My hand slid lower, tracin
