Claire Prescott held a small fan, blowing it alternately on his neck, ensuring neither of them got too hot.
Yet.
Their tightly clasped hands became covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Slowly.
They walked around the big courtyard and returned to the house, and Claire felt her stomach becoming much lighter.
Just as she found her pajamas from the cabinet and was about to take a shower, the man unknowingly came up behind her.
Turning around, she was suddenly enveloped by his overwhelming presence, completely trapping her between him and the cabinet.
As he raised his hand, a bathrobe fell into his grasp.
Claire was momentarily stunned and met his deep black eyes, "You... you want to shower first?"
"Together."
His tone wasn't tentative, but with a deep, gentle voice that held a hint of coaxing.
Claire knew what he was getting at, but she still had some hang-ups about the bathroom, so she refused, "No, I need to wash my hair."
"I'll help you."
