With a deep but shaky breath, Oriana sat by near the edge of the tub, making herself comfortable as she splashed water on his wide shoulder. His arms were spread on the side of the wall of the bathtub, so she thought to begin with them.
'Alright, the left arm. First, apply soap on the skin and then rub the dirt away with washing cloth.'
Arlan had his eyes closed and didn't pay attention to her ministrations.
So calm and peaceful!
All the stress he had accumulated till now was fading away, like snow melting in the presence of fire.
His muscles relaxed with the help of the fragrant scent coming from Oriana's body. She smelled better than the lavender soap she chose, even better than honeysuckle flowers themselves.
It was milder yet sweeter, more soothing…
Arlan wished he could bottle that scent and bring it around him all the time, wondering why it's only her scent which felt tempting to his senses.
