She bites her lip, still hesitant, and I lean forward, pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to her mouth. Not demanding, not possessive—just tender.
When I pull back, her eyes are calmer, some of the wariness fading. “Let me take care of you,” I murmur softly. “Please.”
She is quiet for a long moment, then nods slowly. “Okay.”
I help her to her feet, steadying her when she sways. My hands move to the hem of my damp shirt—the one that was dry when I put it on her earlier—and I pause, giving her a chance to object.
She doesn’t. Just lifts her arms slightly, allowing me to pull it over her head.
“Come on.” I guide her into the shower, following her in without thinking twice about my own state of undress.
The hot water hits us both, and she lets out a soft sound of relief as the warmth seeps in
