By the time Ashlynn had finished explaining her visit with Samira, she felt steadier. Soaking in the warmth of the bath, she no longer clung to Nyrielle but instead rested up against her, feeling the softness of her lover's skin in the water and allowing Nyrielle's slow, steady heartbeat to anchor her in the midst of the emotions that swirled within her heart.
"I stayed there for an hour after she gave me an answer," Ashlynn added, pulling back from Nyrielle and turning to the silver tray of soaps and oils to fetch one of the lavender-scented soaps. "We talked about Jocey's time at the Summer Villa…"
"You need to be careful when you do that, my darling," Nyrielle cautioned, turning her back toward Ashlynn and pulling her hair forward over her shoulder to reveal the narrow, sculpted expanse of her shoulders while Ashlynn started working up a soapy, sudsy lather.
