Ross POV.
I watched as she struggled to walk, stumbling. Immediately I stood up and held her, she leaned on me for support. I wrapped my arms around her, whispering, “Let's get you cleaned up.”
I kissed her neck, and she nodded, her eyes locked on mine. All I could see was desire, which melted my heart.
I swept her up in a gentle bridal carry, cradling her in my arms, and headed to the bathroom. As I set her down, I claimed her lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
She reached for the soap, but I caught her hands, my fingers intertwining with hers.
"Let me take care of you, darling," I whispered, my breath dancing across her skin.
She shivered, her body responding to my touch, and I felt a surge of possessiveness. I wanted to erase every thought of Richard from her mind, to make her forget ev
