Chapter 378 – You Don't Need to Pray
He was already behind her, hands warm and slippery with that luxurious oil blend he used—something expensive and vaguely sinful, the kind of scent you only smelled in high-end lounges or after waking up from a dream you weren't sure you were allowed to enjoy.
Naomi let herself sink into the bath's heated curve, the water swirling gently with each touch of his fingers.
He started with her shoulders again. Gentle. Rhythmic. Like he was mapping her bones by feel. His thumbs dug just deep enough to tease the stress out, and then softer, smoothing her skin with slow, reverent circles.
"You're too tense," Lux murmured, leaning forward. His lips brushed her neck. "You know I could write an entire stress index based on how your shoulders knot up. It's tragic."
"I've had a day," she mumbled, though her voice was already melting under his touch.
He chuckled, low and warm, and it vibrated against her skin. "Then let me fix it."
