"Ugh!" a small groaned echoed. The shampoo had gotten into Adele's eyes, so she turned to pick up the jug which was on the tub's edge. But his hand reached it first, her hand landed on his. She instantly felt that very suggestive feel of his wet skin on hers, and that jolted her relaxed nerves, turning them all stiff again.
As he poured warm water on her, she jolted back out of her shock. This quickly extinguished the sparks of fire ignited by their brief contact.
Ilya carefully rinsed her face and retracted his hand the moment she opened her eyes. His face was so close to hers, his expression as cold as ice, yet she saw his red eyes burning with something intense. For some reason, the tension got ignited again and was not dropping.
After that, he then offered her the soap. Adele blinked at it for a while, but she eventually took it.
