Eve~
The cool air hit my damp skin, and I gasped, instinctively curling into his chest. My cheeks burned as I realised how exposed I was, my body pressed against his, but he didn't seem to care. His focus was on wrapping me in a thick, warm towel, his movements firm but gentle.
"Put me down," I murmured, my voice weak and unconvincing.
"No." His tone was absolute, brooking no argument.
I gave up fighting as he carried me out of the bathroom, his grip steady and secure. Despite everything, I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms, even as his earlier words echoed in my mind, stinging like fresh wounds.
He placed me gently on the bed, his hands lingering just long enough to make my heart race. His gaze was intense, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something.
"You don't need to fight," he said quietly, his voice softer now. "That's what I'm here for."
