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bed was king sized, and the headboard was covered with shelves.  There was an armchair in one corner of the room, and a small table beside it.  Everywhere she looked, she saw a place to read. 
    She walked into the bathroom and gaped.  The tub was huge, definitely big enough for two, and she blushed at where her thoughts led her.  She could see the jets in it.  There was a separate shower, and the toilet had a door, so she could take a bath while he used the bathroom, and she didn't have to listen to him.  His and hers sinks were in front of a huge mirror.  She could get used to this place.
    She opened a door off the bathroom, and her eyes grew even wider.  It was a huge closet.  Her mind turned the closet into a reading room, but she shook her head.  Her bedroom would be a perfect reading room.  There was a built in chest of drawers at the back of the closet, and each side had ample room for hanging clothes and shelves from floor to ceiling. 
    She stopped as she looked at something on the opposite wall of the chest of drawers.  "What's this?"
    He grinned.  "As a wedding gift, I made you a shoe rack.  All women love shoes, right?"
    Samara looked at it more closely.  There was room for at least forty pairs of shoes there.  She shook her head.  "I only own four pairs of shoes."
    "Four?" he asked, surprised.  "Why do you only own four pairs of shoes?"
    "That's all I need.  All my spare money goes into books."
    She looked back at the rack.  "I know!  I can put my shoes in the bottom four holes, and I'll put my books in the others!  I can sort them by author.  It's perfect!"  She threw her arms around him without thinking.  "Thank you!"  She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, before whirling away and looking at her gift again.  He hadn't meant to give her a bookshelf, but it was perfect for what she needed anyway.
    Henry stood watching her, not sure how to react to the kiss at all.  Surely she wasn't really so excited about a bookshelf that was meant to be a shoe rack.
    She rushed out to the hall and pulled her big suitcase into the bedroom.  When she started to try to lift it onto the bed, he lifted it for her.  It was too heavy for a woman to be lifting in his opinion.
    She opened it wide, pulling out the books she'd considered too precious to ship, vaguely wondering how he'd react when the twelve boxes of books she hadn't considered too precious to ship arrived.  She carried four of the books to the shelf and lined them up on the top row, a smile lighting her face.  "Look!  They fit perfectly.  If the squares were just an inch shorter the books wouldn't fit at all."
    He shook his head at her.  "I'm going to change for the movie and check times while you play with your books."
    Samara nodded, already lost in putting her things away.  When she pulled out the nightgown she'd purchased for their wedding night, she started to ball it up and stuff it in the bottom drawer, but instead she held it to her.  It was soft pink with spaghetti straps, satin, and form fitting.  She grinned.  She'd wear it that night anyway.  He may think he was in charge of everything, but she had every right in the world to wear sexy things for her new husband on her wedding night.
    She pulled jeans and a sweatshirt from the suitcase, changing in the closet.  She thought for a moment about pretending she couldn't reach the zipper on the back of her wedding dress, but she'd never done coy well.  No, she'd be right in his face with what she wanted and needed.  No need to start her marriage off with silly deceptions.
    When she was dressed, she hung up her wedding dress carefully.  She'd felt like a princess wearing it, but she had never been a girly girl.  It was time to get back to being Samara and not royalty.  As the thought crossed her mind, she wished she'd thought to get a tiara for the wedding, but things had been too rushed.  No matter.  She'd still wear one whenever she wanted.
    She stepped out into the