"Could you calm down? Your the one who invited me." Rhys emphasized that part. He felt very frustrated. He intended to drink a lot and pass out before she returned to the room. Who would have tought that Lyn would personally invite him to join her in the bath?
"Well is there anything wrong with being nervous?"
Is this girl an idiot or something? No idiot is not the right word to use. This girl is -- his thoughts broke off when he saw the red lash marks on her back. Rhys traced his fingers on the scar. "Does it still hurt?"
He already did is best to treat it but since some are old scars, it seems to have left a permanent mark instead. Rhys brushed his lips there and Lyn sighed in content.
"Not so much." Lyn trailed off. "Say Rhys, why did you bring me here?"
"I want to relax. Do you not believe me?"
"Well I do but…"
