When it was over, Bella Acker clung to Damian Sinclair, unable to move at all.
They were both covered in sweat, slippery as they held each other, yet neither wanted to move.
After holding her for a while, Damian finally let go. "I'll wash you up."
"No... no need, I'll do it myself." Bella blushed with embarrassment, trying to sit up on her own.
Damian grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the car and returned, effortlessly picking her up and putting her on his lap. He teased, "Do you still have the strength to wash yourself?"
No, she didn't.
In fact, she wished she could fall asleep immediately. But the thought of him helping her clean up made her feel too shy.
"I... I'll do it myself..." Bella insisted, taking the water from his hand, determined to clean herself.
Damian didn't fight her for it; he just hugged her slender waist and rested his chin on her round shoulder, watching.
