Eros’s pov
"I am sorry." She repeated again pulling gently away from me removing her face from where she had soaked my shirt with her tears, “I shouldn't have." She apologized.
"It's okay." I rubbed my hand gently on her arm and I was glad that she hadn't refused my subtle touches, "Your shirt is soaked, do you want to change?"
She nodded and I instantly moved to pull my shirt over my head.
I laughed when she averted her gaze shyly at the shock of seeing me like that and I could see her rose tinted cheeks blooming with coy shame.
"Take yours off." I handed the shirt over to her, "And change, do you need my help?"
She shook her head immediately, "Can you turn around please?"
I obeyed immediately knowing that she would be uncomfortable undressing in front of me.
I busied myself with
