PERSEFONE POV
Aiden looked down at the washcloth as if it were a Murano glass sculpture.
He took it in his hands like he was worried he might break it.
Then he looked at me.
I saw his Adam’s apple move up and down.
My heart started beating harder, and my body tingled in anticipation of his touch.
I turned away before I could change my mind, biting my lip so f*****g hard I could taste blood.
For what felt like an eternity, he did nothing.
Then his hand touched my back.
Cloth first.
Then fingers.
He started at my shoulders, slow and careful, washing away the blood he had accidentally smeared on my arms. His touch was different from Thane’s. More controlled, but not cold. Detailed. Attentive. Like every inch of skin deserved its own plan and he was terrified of overlooking anything
