We thankfully managed to get back into the pack house without being sighted.
I couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be if we met a guard or a maid on the way. They’d take one look at us and immediately know what we were up to. We reeked of s*x, and it didn’t help that I had grass in my hair and pieces of tree bark digging into my scalp.
I tried to pull them out as we headed for the room, but I couldn’t get them all. Thankfully, Elias ran a bath for us, and while we sat in the massive tub, my back to his chest, he pulled out the little pieces from my hair.
I tried to protest at first, but once he started running his fingers through my hair, every protest died on my lips.
There was something calming about his touch, coupled with the fact that I was practically pressed into his skin
