Sky
The tub filled slowly. He stripped me down like I was a doll, carefully with the sore spots, fingers brushing my ribs, my stomach, everywhere. Then he climbed in behind me, fully clothed because Grek doesn't give a shit about wet jeans when he's in one of these moods. Soap in his hands, he started washing my back, my shoulders, down my arms. I stayed stiff, jaw locked. When his hand slid between my legs and cupped my balls, rolling them gently under the water, I jerked like he'd burned me.
"Relax," he said, voice right in my ear. "Not trying to start anything. Just cleaning you up, kiddo."
"Feels like starting something," I muttered.
