She couldn't deny that her body jolted every time his hands grazed her thighs.
Claire could've told him to stop, but she didn't want to.
The thought that the night didn't mean as much to him as it did to her made tears burn behind her eyes.
But she couldn't let him see her cry.
He stood and went back to the basin for another dip. She followed him with her gaze, noting the rigid set of his shoulders.
He was angry? Angry at what?
He came back and resumed his ministrations, never meeting her gaze.
His knuckles brushed a sensitive place and she jerked.
He glanced up at her. There was a slight flicker of mischief in his eyes before it disappeared. She could have imagined it.
When he was done, he pulled her legs together and fastened the robe over. The slight brush of his fingers on her bare skin made her want to do something wild.
"You should eat. The food is getting cold."
Yeren returned to the basin. He stood there for a while before returning to where she still sat.
