He tipped my head back. Water slid down my neck. I closed my eyes. Let it rinse away the last few hours, even though none of it could really be washed off. Not now. Not after everything.
He didn't stop until I shivered.
He grabbed the towel and held it out without saying anything. I stepped forward, and he wrapped it around me. His hand rested on my stomach longer than it needed to. He shut his eyes like he didn't want me to see the glow building behind them. Like I didn't know it was happening.
The lemon drops arrived with the broth, no warning. An omega had let themselves in and back out without a word. The tray sat on the edge of the nightstand, steam still rising off the broth. Shade turned toward the door. He stared for a long second like he was trying to decide whether to chase th
