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Kiera stepped from the tub, her hand on Rhys’s shoulder for balance. She stood, dripping on one cloth, as Rhys used another to dry her skin.
“I wouldn’t have thought the bliss of warm water and soap would be so welcome,” Kiera said.
Rhys, attempting to keep his mind on the care of his Other, instead of how his desire demanded he claim her, grunted an acknowledgement, rubbing the cloth over her warm, clean, soft skin. Helping her into the last change of cleaner clothes, his breathing didn’t steady right away, since now he knew exactly how she looked without her customary trews, tunic, cloak, and boots. Having already bathed himself, vacated their room, and readied their packs for traveling, he left instructions with the stable boy to saddle their horses once the animals finished their
