And they were indeed.
Sparks ignited wherever their hands roamed, spreading warmth through my body. My breath hitched as Aaron cupped water in his palms and ran it over my shoulders, washing away the remnants of shampoo I didn’t remember putting in. Alek was at my back, his touch feather-light as he ran his hands down my spine. Alan’s hands lingered at my waist, strong and steady, grounding me as the others worked.
The tenderness made my heart swell until it felt like it might burst. How could they be so *gentle*? How could they handle me like I was something to be cherished, not teased and toyed with?
Autumn’s smug satisfaction only deepened as my resolve crumbled further. She practically purred, *You’re lucky, we’re lucky.*
When the shower ended, they didn’t stop. Aaron grabbed
