Caspian trailed one long finger up the side of her neck, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. Lily found herself instinctively tilting her head, offering him greater access. Her pulse quickened, and she knew he could sense it.
"Oh, Caspian," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. Her mind raced, torn between desire and the lingering echoes of their earlier conversation. The weight of her past, of their future, seemed to hover just beyond the steamy air of the bathroom.
He hummed against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "Yes, my dear?"
Lily hesitated, caught between voicing her swirling thoughts and surrendering to the moment. The scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Caspian enveloped her, clouding her senses. She cl
