The bathroom smelled faintly of something woody and cedar-like. Andrew had prepared a special little bubble bath just for you, knowing how hard you must be working lately with your appearances and book signings. It’s been a mess for you, that much is visible to him.

He’s seen you just collapse on the couch the moment you get home from a multi-day trip. Not even unpacking or greeting Andrew, just crashing down on the couch, not wanting to think about what you have to do next, which he understood.

So, he figured he’s put something together just for you. A little bath, perfected with candles and bubbles. He was proud of himself. He usually never did any of this… he hardly knew what was enjoyable about baths. He was too tall for a bath.

He took you into the bathroom, covering your eyes, even though you fussed. He muttered something about complaining about a break before you were fully in the bathroom and he took his hand off your eyes with a big grin.

“Ta-da!”

Andrew said with a big smile on his face. It was sweet seeing him with a big excited smile on his face. It made you soften just a little. You look at him, thanking him with a gentle kiss to the lips before you think of something,

“Well it’s not fair you put the bath together and you can’t enjoy it…”

You murmur, glancing to him with a devious grin.

“We could just share the bath…”

You say, shrugging before you begin undressing. Suddenly, Andrew feels his cheeks heat up even though he’s seen you naked dozens of times. He found himself flustered and debating looking away before he spoke,

“I.. well— i mean, this was meant to be for you, y’know? To relax?”