Having finished tending to her back, Alexander moved to position himself in front of her, pulling a stool beneath him to sit. He took her hand in his, his touch gentle as he wiped her arms.


    Looking up, he was met with the sight of her face, flushed a deep red that extended to the base of her neck.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Quinn averted her gaze, her eyes finding refuge in the corner of the bathroom as her body tensed. Despite the bond of matrimony that they shared, she still found herself blushing at the intimacy of certain moments.


    In the past, Alexander had often assisted her with her baths, seemingly taking pleasure in the act. Yet, these instances often led to other, more intimate activities.


    Alexander reached out, turning her face towards him,pelling her to meet his gaze. Quinn''s eyshes fluttered, her gaze skittish and evasive as soon as their eyes locked. He handed her a towel, his voice a soft whisper, "Clean yourself up."


    A moment of hesitation passed over Quinn as she nced at him, but he showed no signs of leaving. A wave of uncertainty washed over her, leaving her conflicted about what to do with the towel now in her possession. "Should I help you clean up?"


    Quinn shook her head rapidly, biting her lip as she began to wipe her arms and neck with the towel. The overhead light was ring, casting a harsh spotlight on Quinn''s body, making her wish she could simply vanish.


    In stark contrast, Alexander was impably dressed, his ck shirt standing out under the illumination. The disparity between them was palpable, creating an unequal dynamic that left Quinn feeling unable to meet his gaze. She felt reduced to a submissive role, obediently following hismands.


    His gaze was fixed on her, tracking her every movement, his lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes darkening with intensity.


    "It''s cold," he dered, taking the towel from Quinn''s hand. As he spoke, he reached for a fresh, warm towel.


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    However, when Quinn extended her hand to take it, he pulled away. He reached out, his handing to rest on the back of Quinn''s head, leaning in close to her.


    His whisper was barely audible, "You''re too slow. I''ll help you. Otherwise, you''ll catch a cold." His words were punctuated by a soft brush of his lips against hers.


    Quinn found herself staring at the man''s face, mere inches from her own, her gaze flickering, her fingers slowly clenching. Steam began to fill the bathroom, the figures of the two gradually bing obscured in the mist. After half an hour, Alexander emerged from the bathroom, wrapping Quinn in a towel before carrying her out.


    Quinn buried her face in his chest, her ears a bright red that was visible when she lowered her head. Heid her on the bed, tucking her in with the nket before heading to the bathroom himself.


    Quinn peeked out from beneath the covers, her gaze directed towards the bathroom.


    She had been contemting how to politely decline his advances, but he hadn''t made any... Could it be that he simply wanted to bathe first?


    As the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Quinn found herself pondering this possibility, her eyelids growing heavy until she could no longer resist the pull of sleep. It was a while before Alexander emerged from the bathroom. Climbing into bed, he stirred Quinn from her slumber as he pulled her into his arms.


    Quinn opened her sleep-filled eyes, looking up at the man before her. Inhaling his familiar scent, she closed her eyes once more. Her cheek pressed against his chest, his skin radiating warmth. The air conditioning hummed in the background, working tirelessly against the heat trapped beneath the thick downforter.


    The heat stirred Quinn from her sleep. She opened her eyes once more, only to be met with pitch ckness. Had he turned off the lights? She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, intending to turn over, but was stopped as the hand on her waist pulled her back. His breath was a warm whisper in her ear, his voice hoarse as he called her name, "Quinn." Quinn stiffened. In the darkness, he turned her around, and Quinn felt her lips brush against something. "Don''t be nervous, I won''t touch you," he assured her.