Her fine cursive hand gets a little sloppier each time his lips brush over her skin, but she's determined to finish this line. Just ... one last line.

Her eyes slip shut, and she knows all is lost.

"Mm, I did all that yesterday, if we're bein' honest," she whispers, canting her head to the side. "Haven't been up t'much this mornin'."

Just one of the longest soaks in a tub she's indulged in since ... well, for a long time.