THIRD PERSON’s POV
Lorenzo undressed her slowly, peeling away the ruined pink chiffon, the torn lace beneath it, letting each piece fall to the marble floor like shed skin. His touch never lingered, never probed the marks on her throat or thighs. When she was bare, he lifted her again and lowered her into the water.
Adrienne sighed as the heat enveloped her. Clusters of blue-tinted bubbles gathered around her shoulders, her breasts, her waist, as she sank deeper until only her face remained above the surface. The tension that had knotted every muscle since the bathroom ambush finally began to unravel, dissolving into the water like salt.
Lorenzo did not leave. He pulled the low stool closer to the tub and sat, elbows on his knees, watching her with careful, unwavering eyes.
“How are yo
