I checked the water in the tub and it was the perfect temperature, I rose to my feet and turned to Emma, hugging herself, her gaze cast on her feet.
"Come on," I said, stretching my hand for her hoping she would take it, she just looked at it and said nothing. "Don't worry it's not cold"
She still hesitates as she shakes her head like a child with a deep frown. My hand fell to my side and I took slow steps towards her.
"Hey" I began brushing some of her wild hair behind her ear and she closed her eyes and shivered slightly, not from cold or fear but from the contact of my skin against hers. It pleases me that I gave such a reaction and she was not fighting away from it.
I'm not soft, maybe I was centuries ago. I don't know how to be affectionate. Fighting with my bloodlust and constantly trying to sedate it changed me. But for her, I will try to be soft, because that is what she needs right now.
