“I have a feeling our baths are going to become a regular thing,” Oliver continued, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. “Maybe even and after-work ritual. To help us unwind properly.” He shifted slightly, settling Harper more comfortably against him in the tub. “After-work,” she repeated and took a deep breath. “That is probably for the best or we will constantly be late for work. We might already be late for work,” she said softly, her voice lacking urgency and she cupped his cheek gently. Oliver’s expression softened at her reminder, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the obvious desire still simmering between them. He leaned into her touch, rubbing his cheek against her palm like a cat seeking affection. “We probably should get dressed and head to work soon,” he agreed relu
