Tiberius POV
Never in my life had I thought someone could be so soft and so sweet. Amelia was pure honey, soft, desirable, and delectable. I couldn’t deny I wanted to taste more of her, but I knew her situation required a delicate hand.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to curse the goddess. If there was anything I lacked, it was a delicate hand.
Mother had left one of her newer, nicer nightgowns on the foot of my bed for her, on top of a towel and a washcloth. I watched her scoop them into her arms, then pointed her to the communal bathroom across the hall. Mom and dad had one of their own, but this one had been the one I shared with my brothers growing up. Now that it was just mine, it was a good deal cleaner.
It was many times cleaner today, since it seemed mom had bleached ev
