"I can do it myself!" She firmly held the t-shirt down as he attempted to take it off of her.
"What do you mean? I'm the one that hurt you. I'm the one that should be helping you." His expression was serious as he leaned close to her face. "Unless you want me to wallow in a corner, drowning in guilt?"
Ana furrowed her brows, but released the t-shirt in defeat. "There's no need to feel any guilt." She muttered.
"There's no need to feel any embarrassment either. Let's bathe together."
Blood rushed to Ana's cheeks as she raised her arms so he could pull the t-shirt over her head. She now stood completely naked in front of him. He grabbed a small hand towel and ran it under some water before wringing out the excess.
"Let me clean you first."
Ana opened her mouth to object, but pressed her lips close on seeing the look he gave her. He kneeled before her and gently wiped between her legs.
