"You see, you're so impatient," the man said lazily, his teasing tone dripping with allure, every word pulling her nerves tighter.
Rachel froze, standing there like she'd been struck by lightning, her wide eyes locked on Kellan as he stepped into the bathtub with calm, unhurried movements, until his whole body disappeared into the water.
Her chest burned. She was about to explode, unable to breathe properly.
Who was the impatient one here? Who was the one who couldn't wait?
It wasn't her.
Rachel forced herself to calm down, her nails digging into her palms. He was doing it on purpose.
He wanted to anger her, to play with her like she was some kind of toy. She couldn't let him win.
Biting her lip, she stayed silent, grabbed a towel, and leaned forward to scrub his back.
She avoided looking at him, but the moment her fingers brushed against his bare skin, a shock ran through her entire body, like she had been electrocuted.
Startled, she pulled her hand back instantly.
