The next morning, Gabriel bathed Amelie with patient care as though she were the most fragile treasure in his hands. Afterward, he wrapped her snugly in a soft towel while he himself had put on a bathrobe.
Seated before him, Amelie let her lips curve into a faint, contented smile. Both she and Selene basked in the tenderness of the moment, the intimacy of being cared for by their mate.
Gabriel's fingers worked slowly, threading through her damp hair as he dried it with gentle strokes of the towel. When satisfied, he set the towel aside, leaning back slightly to look at her through the reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were open, shimmering softly.
His hand moved to her neck while she closed her eyes for a moment. Biting her bottom lip, she hid the anticipation she felt at that moment when his fingers reached the mark of their bond.
