And most of all, I hated the fact that deep down, I knew he wasn’t trying to seduce me. He was just… existing.
He uncapped one of the bottles and poured a small amount into the water. Instantly, the scent of lavender and something citrusy filled the air. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back,” he said simply.
I hesitated for a moment, then complied, turning so my back was to him. His hands were gentle as they slid over my shoulders, working soap into a lather and massaging my tense muscles. My eyes fluttered shut on their own, and I felt my head tilt back slightly, mouth parting with pleasure.
If only he would dip his hands lower… place his fingers where he had once before…
I quickly snapped my eyes open, face reddening even further. No. I had to get a grip on myself.
If
