He turned back to her and shook his head.
“I’m sorry for all the past, dear… oh, sorry, Lyra,” Lucian said.
Lyra’s eyes widened. “Dear?”
“Why the sudden change? when it’s too late, Lucian?” Lyra said with a drunk voice.
He smiled, taking a step toward her.
“I have never bowed my head to anyone before. If you won’t forgive me, you will surely do so if I shower you with my gentle touch and actions,” he said, reaching around her to grab the soap and sponge.
His arms brushed against her naked flesh with every move he made, and she tried desperately to shield her body’s eager reaction from him, folding her arms over the hard, red tips of her breasts.
“Then you have to change your plan,” she continued desperately, watching as he applied the soap to the sponge. He remained focused on the
