Chapter 88

• A large towel is wrapped around me as I step onto the cool marble floor. The air is thick with steam, curling softly around us like whispered secrets. Lucas continues his pampering, his large hands steady and gentle as he runs the fabric along my skin with the same quiet care he used while washing me.
• He doesn’t speak as he works, and somehow, the silence feels heavier than words. Intimate. Reverent.
• Once I’m sufficiently dry, he wraps the towel snugly around my body, the terry cloth warm against my bare skin. With precise hands, he tucks the edge securely beneath my arm, his fingers brushing the side of my breast, but there’s no lust behind the touch—only tenderness. He bends slightly to press a soft kiss against my temple.