Dexmon pulled back from her lips and pressed his forehead to hers.
"You just focus on feeling better. Let me worry about the rest."
Serena swallowed.
"Okay," she whispered after a moment.
Dex sat up with her still pressed against his chest. As if he still wasn't convinced she wouldn't run if he let go.
"You're sore," he said, kissing her head.
She didn't argue, because he wasn't wrong. Baths always had a way of making her feel better. And right now, her body ached. Her heart ached worse.
He carried her into the bathing chamber, at Alpha speed, and turned on the water with one hand while still holding her.
He slid the silk chemise off her shoulders, his breath hitching as the fabric fell away.
She blushed, heat crawling up her neck. But she didn't pull away.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, caressing her cheek.
