“Here,” he said, stepping forward. “Let me help.”
His hands were gentle as he peeled the wet sweater over my head, then helped me with the rest. Each piece of clothing hit the floor, one after the other, and added to the growing heat in my low belly. When he reached for the clasp of my bra, his fingers hesitated.
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
Once I was bare, I returned the favor, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. His face reddened ever so slightly as I pushed it off his shoulders, but he didn’t stop me. By the time we were both undressed, the tub was nearly full.
I stepped in first, sighing as the hot water enveloped me. Isaac followed, settling behind me so I could lean back against his chest. For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence, letting the warmth s
