Roman settled into the water as instructed by Carol, a smile gracing his face as he felt her hand on his back.
She had insisted on taking her time pampering him, and he was more than willing to comply. After their intimate moments earlier, she had decisively led him to the bath, refusing to entertain any objections. He found himself surrounded by cold water that danced around his skin, pulling the heat from his body, but he remained silent.
He felt her hands skillfully working on his back, washing with a washcloth. Carol, having changed into a more relaxed dress that clung to her thighs, exuded comfort and confidence. Her white hair was tousled into a messy bun, adding to her effortless allure.
As she moved to his front and began washing his neck, their gazes locked, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks.
"You almost broke my bed," she teased, remembering their earlier banter. Roman smirked; he hadn't intended to break anything—it was a strong bed, after all.
