The other man didn't even stir; he was sleeping so deeply that Maxwell didn't worry about waking him. With practiced efficiency, Maxwell stripped off the used sheets and replaced them with clean ones. Then, with a hint of magnanimity, he helped the still-sleeping Levi back onto the bed and tossed a blanket over Zion.
Only after making sure everything was taken care of did Maxwell return to the bathroom. He gently dried Addison's body with a soft towel before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back to bed.
The moment Addison was laid down on the bed, she caught the crisp, sun-dried scent of the freshly changed sheets. As she rested, Maxwell took a smaller towel and gently began drying her hair.
His touch was surprisingly delicate for someone so tall and strong. There was something soothing in the way his fingers moved—tender, careful, almost like a feather brushing against her skin.
