Opting to push her talk with Ada to the next morning, Arabella made her way back to their room. Unlike the previous nights, Silas was nowhere near his carving desk, but the splashing and rustling of water traveling through the curtains gave her a clear idea as to his whereabouts.
By the time she joined him in the bathroom, his vest was already off his body. The belt around his middle was gone too, leaving nothing but the pants and thin, white blouse shirt on.
It had been a while since he's shown his… Forms in front of her, but even in her state of mind, she could not take her eyes away.
"Forgive me. I couldn't wait and decided to take a bath at this hour tonight. Will you join me?"
Unfortunately, those words struck at the memory box that the young woman fought hard to keep sealed.
The one containing the cursed images of her time in a tub with Atticus' arms around her naked body.
"You do not have to if not," his hands went for the buttons holding his shirt together.
