Rhys slowly dragged her panties until they fell and hit the ground at her feet.Wet heat flared between her legs and the bitter flower of shame bloomed across her cheeks.
She was now completely naked in front of him. She couldn't look at him, the tiled floor of the bathroom suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing in the room even though there was a hot male god in front of her.
She fidgeted with her toes as anxiety and nerves filled her stomach.
Rhys took her hand intertwining his fingers with hers as he led her to the fogged up glass of the shower. Beatrix's heart raced in her chest, never in her wildest dream would she have thought that one day she would bathe together with a man.
As Rhys pulled the door open, slowly leading her into the shower he smiled softly at her as if to calm her nerves down.
