Jaxen POV
Scarlett and I had been together, on and off, for nearly five years after we’d first slept together. Helping her change clothes wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to me.
I’d done it before, enough times that the motions came naturally.
I took the pajamas to the bed and carefully helped her out of her top so I could get her into something clean.
Then I froze. Scarlett and I hadn’t been intimate in almost a year.
So much had happened over the past twelve months that I’d forgotten something as basic as physical desire.
I’d been so consumed by everything between us that I’d stopped thinking about what it meant to have the woman I still loved this close to me.
Now she was lying there, completely unaware of what was happening around me, and suddenly every bit of restraint I’d maintained
