Morning found them together in the bathroom.
The enormous stone bath had already filled the room with warm mist, turning the tall windows pale with condensation while sunlight pushed through in softened golden sheets. Melissa sat between Phei's legs in the water, completely naked, her back flush against his chest, her wet skin sliding against his with every small shift.
She looked content to let him perform the highly complicated task of washing her hair as though he had been trained for this his entire life.
He had not.
His concentration suggested otherwise.
Phei gathered her wet hair carefully over one shoulder. The dark strands clung to her nape and the upper curve of her breasts before he drew them aside. His fingers worked through the heavy silk of it with almost ridiculous patience, massaging her scalp, then guiding warm water down the length of her spine. Every now and then his knuckles brushed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck.
