The heavy, sweet scent of crushed roses still clung to their skin as the Parisian breeze began to cool the sweat on their bodies. Killian shifted, his muscles rippling as he suddenly stood, scooping Raya into his arms in one fluid motion.
"Killian!" she gasped, clutching his shoulders as the world tilted. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, ignoring her protest with a focused, silent intensity. He carried her through the glass doors and into the sprawling marble bathroom. The space was a temple of limestone and gold, dominated by a deep, freestanding soaking tub. He sat her gently on the edge of the porcelain and began to turn the heavy brass handles.
The sound of rushing water filled the room as he adjusted the temperature to a perfect, steaming heat. He helped her into the water,
