"Better?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
I could only nod, my throat suddenly thick.
"Good." He tossed the towel aside. "Arms up."
I obeyed, lifting my arms above my head, the water splashing gently around me. As I felt his presence moving closer, my heart raced a little, curiosity mingling with the comfort of his care.
He draped a long, plush towel over my torso, pausing for a moment to let the fabric settle around me.
"Now, let's get you out of here," Adrien said, his tone a mix of authority and gentleness. There was a certain ease to him, a confidence that radiated from his every movement. He stepped back, giving me a small, assessing nod. "And just like that, you're more dignified."
I couldn't help but chuckle softly at his methods. "Dignified? This is a far cry from my nursing attire, you know. Hospital gowns were a little more flattering."
