“I need a bath,” I muttered.
“I’ll run one for you.”
“Alexander, I can—”
“No.” He was already moving toward the bathroom. “I’m not leaving you alone, remember? That includes when you’re bathing.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “You can’t be serious.”
“Completely serious.” He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. “You’re injured and drugged and traumatized. I’m not taking any chances.”
“But I can’t… You can’t just…” I struggled to find the words. The idea of Alexander seeing me naked and vulnerable in the bath—again—made my heart race for reasons that had nothing to do with fear.
“Ella.” He turned to face me, and there was something in his green eyes that made my breath catch. “I’ve seen you naked before, remember? We’re even.”
The reference to that night
