Selene POV
We stand there. Holding each other. His arms tight around me like I might disappear.
Then I remember—the wet rag. I threw it at his face.
Water drips down his chest, soaking his shirt. His hair is damp, drops sliding down his jaw.
"I should clean you up." The words slip out before I can stop them, low and husky.
A slow, predatory smile curves his lips. "Is that an apology, little wolf?"
"Maybe." I reach for his hand, fingers threading through his. "Come on."
I lead him toward the bathroom before common sense can catch up.
An idea ignites—dangerous, reckless, intoxicating.
Maybe it's time I returned the favor. Made him lose that iron grip. Made him beg for once.
The bathroom is vast—Steam rises the instant I turn on the water,curling around us like smoke.
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