I could feel him undressing, even if I couldn't see. The soft rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled. My heart thundered in my chest as I sat in the shallow bath, aware of my own nakedness and the imminent proximity of his.
"I can manage on my own," I insisted, my voice betraying me with its slight tremor.
His deep, amused chuckle filled the steamy bathroom. "With your eyes bandaged? I'd like to see that."
My hands gripped the edges of the tub. Despite my temporary blindness, I felt his presence moving closer, the heat of his body radiating towards me. Even without sight, I knew this man was dangerous—and not just because of his power. He was dangerous because of how he made me feel.
"I've managed worse situations," I replied, trying to sound unaffected. "My independence isn't negotiable, even temporarily."