Camilla's POV
He slammed the door shut after we both stepped into the restroom. My eyes flicked between the shower and the bathtub. The walls were tiled, and the floor gleamed gold. I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"This or that?" I asked, pointing first to the shower, then the tub.
"I don’t get to decide," he replied in a low tone. "Choose for me, and make it quick."
I sighed and chose the shower. There was no way I could bathe him in the tub without getting in myself.
I stepped closer and drew a steadying breath before unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes followed my hands, and my confidence faltered.
I slid the shirt off his shoulders, unbuckled his belt, and exhaled slowly. My hands brushed his waist, and memories came flooding back — how he’d made me hold his hips while h
