Valden's hand brushed the damp hair away from my forehead as he lathered the soap up my legs and thighs. We were both huddled opposite each other in the tiny bathtub, him cleaning off every remnant of himself from my wet skin. His touch was light and so careful in a way that almost undid me more than his wildness had.
His hands moved with infinite tenderness as he moved a wet cloth down my skin, trailing it down my body but without the hunger that was visible in his eyes just moments ago. There was something so much more intimate in the way he looked at me now. We both used to crave moments like these.
When he finished washing me up and himself, he tossed the cloth aside, tugged on his clothes, and held out his hand for me. "Come on," he murmured, a smile breaking out on his face. "You've seen nothing of this place yet. Let me show you."
