Eden's Pov
I finish cleaning myself up just as he walks back into the small, private bathroom. He is holding a small, crinkly plastic bag from a drug store. I feel so incredibly sore all over, and I find it completely unfair that he is still walking around with that easy, satisfied smile, especially after everything we have just done. Our break is almost over, and I have not even started to fix my smudged makeup yet.
"Is everything okay?" I ask him, using the mirror to straighten the wrinkled fabric of my dress.
"I just got you something," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble.
"Got me something?" I repeat, turning to face him.
"For your umm...." He gestures vaguely, a slight, knowing look in his eyes that makes my cheeks instantly flush with heat.
I quickly take the bag from his outstretched hand, peeking inside to see a small tube of soothing balm. "Thank you," I mumble, my face burning. "You can go now."
