I didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, his hands gently helped me take off my clothes while still keeping contact with my skin. His soft touches were making the butterflies in my stomach flutter the whole time. He held my hand as I took a step in the bathtub, so I wouldn’t slip and fall.
“Should I wash your hair as well?” The warm water was making me relax after the awful dream. I nodded. If he was going to pamper me while being this soft and gentle, I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could without having to think about anything. Just keeping my head clear was all that I needed. And a bathtub and gentle hands helping me to relax was the best thing I could wish for right now.
“Is the water warm enough? Or is it too hot?” He was worrying about such things without even me having to tell him.
