Tara POV
When the ceremony was officially over, Victor and I headed back to his parents’ house. He brought me to his room.
I sat on the end of his bed, in nothing but a bathrobe. I combed my hair out with my fingers. It seemed kind of silly that we all got so dressed up just to destroy our clothing when we shifted. Now my hair was a tangled mess.
Victor was in his bathroom. I heard water running in the tub and steam came from the door. I could smell something floral. He came out of the bathroom and held a hand out to me.
“Come on, let's get cleaned up,” he offered.
My cheeks burned as I let Victor lead me into the bathroom. There was a steaming hot bath covered in a thick foam of bubbles. He grabbed the shoulders of my bathrobe and tugged.
I gasped, grasping the edges tightly.
“Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. I’ll keep my eyes closed,” he said with a chuckle.
