The hot water, as expected, did wonders to ease my tense, aching body, from the very first second I lowered myself into the bathtub. It was a spacious garden tub, with a deck-mounted bath shower mixer.
“Do you ever use this tub?” I asked Reid, as I reclined against the side.
“No. Never have.” He was sitting on the floor on his knees, leaning on the edge of the bathtub on his forearms. His chin rested atop his arms, and he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me since I’d undressed.
“Will you get in with me?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why do you feel like you need to refrain?”
He let one hand fall into the water, and he idly splashed at the bubbles. “You’re mourning. I can wait.”
“But what better way to relieve stress?”
His eyes flicked up to meet mine, something dark and carnal swirling in their dep
