Serena
The warm water slid over my skin, and for the first time since the hospital, I felt my body loosen up. Damien's hands moved slowly across my shoulders.
His hands were so soft and the way he held me while slowly scrubbing my body was so intimate that I couldn't think of anything more intimate than this.
My body reacted to him in a familiar way—it'd been so long since I felt his touch that my entire body leaned into him as if he was my savior at the very moment.
It felt strange and warm being this close to him after everything that happened between us. He washed me like he had been waiting years to do it, like he had been practicing in his head for a long time.
Every now and then, he would look at me, checking if I was uncomfortable. But I wasn't. Not even a little.
When we were done, he turned off the water and reached for a towel. He wrapped it around me carefully, making sure every part of me was covered.
