...he looked up at Ben entering with a glass of iced tea. “When did you put this in?” she asked, giggling, gesturing to the rubber duck.
“Just before I left. Thought that would get a laugh out of you. And yes, it squeaks when you squeeze it!”
Gwen laughed once again. “Nice one,” she said smiling, as she grasped the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss.
Once she drew away, Ben looked at her with mock annoyance. “Now see what you’ve done! You’ve put soap in my hair!”
“Oh,” said Gwen, looking concerned. “Did I really do that?” She leaned forward, as if to take a better look at what she had done; and before Ben could realise anything, he had another huge blob of soapy bubbles right in the middle of his head.
Gwen giggled. “Know what this calls for?”
Ben shrugged. “What?”
“Get into the bath!”
Ben smiled. “So you want me so soon, huh?”
A hint of red appears on Gwen’s cheeks. “Uh…actually…I…er…I drew the water for you, y’know. Wouldn’t it look bad if I wasted all of it?”
“Look bad? Who’s looking, hmm?”
As Gwen stayed silent, Ben shook his head softly and grinned. Finally he had been able to get the last word. After so many years. He quickly slid off his robe. As he was preparing to get into the water, Gwen said, ...