Jonathan reached for the hand holding the damp towel and slowly brought it to his face.
She sighed as he did, pulling her hand away. "It's cold already." She said explaining why she abruptly pulled her arm away. She dipped the cloth into the basin again and brought it too his face and began to wipe it.
Jonathan eyes were fixed on her face the entire she worked, forcing himself to concentrate on the woman rather than her body. He shouldn't disrespect her like that, he wouldn't.
