[WARNING: MATURE-CONTENT AHEAD. THIS CHAPTER MAY BRING DISCOMFORT TO OTHERS. NOT ADVISABLE TO AGED 17 AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Sam had bathed me, scrubbed my back and went through even the gaps between my fingers. I couldn't tell whether he did a better job than the handmaids that usually bathed me.
Either way, I was smiling the entire time. My heart kept on fluttering, making me smile like a fool. Just like him, I scampered my hands over his body, barely cleaning him, as I couldn't focus.
But unlike how steamy it started, we managed. With brief kisses in between, we finished bathing together.
When we both rinsed, Sam wrapped a robe around me before covering himself with another one. Standing in front of him, Sam dried my hair with a small towel.
I had my gaze fixed on him. Sam was smiling subtly, melting my heart at how he turned a simple task of drying my hair to something heart-warming.
