Cassius slid the bar of soap up and down her back, using his hands to work away knots Kit hadn’t realized were there until his firm fingers broke them up. Once she was good and clean, she sank down even further into the tub, and he cupped his hands to rinse away the suds.
Kit settled back against him, glad to feel his arms around her. She rested her head against his shoulder and took some slow deep breaths, wondering what she should tell him and what was best left unsaid. She couldn’t mention that the house was Eli’s family home; she’d promised her commander she wouldn’t do that. It was the only such agreement she’d made, though. Everything else that slipped her lips would come out because she trusted Cassius not to tell anyone.
