Caesar gently began to undress Amara, his movements calm but deliberate. But Amara, caught off guard, felt a sudden surge of discomfort. Her breath hitched, and she quickly pulled away as much as her injured body would allow.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
Caesar paused, looking at her with a calm expression. "You can’t do anything on your own right now. How else am I supposed to help you shower?" His voice was matter-of-fact, but Amara’s chest tightened, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.
"Stop!" Amara choked out, her voice sharper than she intended.
Caesar froze, his hands still, and his gaze shifted to meet hers. He could see the discomfort in her eyes, the vulnerability she was feeling. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now.
Amar
