>>Aelin
The warmth of the water curled around me, rising in soft steam as I sank deeper into the private bath carved into smooth obsidian. Moonlight poured in through the high arched windows, casting silver shadows across the pale surface.
I'd expected awkwardness.
After all, I was in the bath. With Draegon.
But he… he looked like he belonged in this place—leaned back against the curved edge of the pool, hair damp and glistening down his back, the strong lines of his chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. Like this was the most natural thing in the world.
For him, maybe it was.
For me?
My skin was burning, and not from the heat of the water.
We'd both gotten massages after all. After he had made sure I knew what I was doing with the massage, the incubi offered one to Draegon too saying that even though it was booked for one person, I wasn't given one, so mine can be given to Draegon.
