Caspian's POV
Her breath hitched the moment my lips touched her skin. She stood still, almost trembling, like she didn’t know what to do—but I did.
I tilted her chin up with one hand, making her look into my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Squishy,” I said softly but firmly. “Not now… not when I’ve been dying to touch you.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t have to say anything—her eyes told me everything. She wanted this just as badly as I did.
I slid my hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the damp towel. Then, slowly, I tugged at the edge of it.
The towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor without a sound.
She gasped, but I caught her before she could step back. “No,” I whispered, pulling her closer until our bodies touched, skin against
