Chapter Twelve
Sloan
Baldwyn had his lips pressed against the top of my head. The numbness I’d been feeling had been slowly ebbing as he kept touching me, comforting me. And I did feel comfort. But I felt more than just that.
Tired of talking about upsetting things, I pulled my head off Baldwyn’s chest to look at him. “Have you had dinner yet?”
“I have not.” A slow grin curved his lips. “And you’ve had a hard day, so no cooking. I’ll go pick up something for us while you stay here and take a nice long hot bath or shower.”
“Bath. Bubbles.” I closed my eyes as I thought about pampering myself. “Or maybe a bath bomb. So many possibilities.” And the one that excited me most was the possibility of Baldwyn coming back to join me in the tub. Not that it would really happen, but I could have
