Gods. We’d really done that. Multiple times.
I heard him fiddling with something behind me—taps running, water sloshing—and then the soft scent of lavender and mint reached my nose.
“Bath’s ready,” he said softly when I flushed and stood—barely. I had to cling to him like a koala, and the bastard grinned like I was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.
He helped me into the tub slowly, his hands warm beneath my thighs and back, lowering me into the steaming water like a treasure. When I finally settled in, I nearly moaned. Bliss. The heat soaked into my aching muscles instantly, lulling my body into a state of gentle relaxation.
Hunter crouched beside the tub, brushing my damp hair away from my face. Then, with the softest smile, he leaned in and kissed my temple, then the corner of
