Lena’s POV
It has been a few weeks since the accident, and for once, I am in a cheerful mood. My brown hair is pulled into a messy bun, with short strands falling over my forehead. I blow them away while waiting for the bathtub to fill.
It is a large, elegant tub that feels more like a jacuzzi, even though Jaxon insists it is just a bathtub. Either way, I prepare it for him almost every night, and he always comes out looking more relaxed, like a king after a long day.
I run my hand through the water and smile when it feels just right. The temperature is perfect. Jaxon will be pleased. We have spent the whole day teasing each other, pretending I am his servant, which fits his personality a little too well. The man has a talent for acting like he is far too important for the rest of us.
