Chapter 456 – Don't Get to Ghost Me into Holiness
He chuckled, finally. "Remind me to add that to the invitation—'No celestial murder at the dinner table.'"
She snorted. "Put it on the place cards."
He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. "You know… you ruined my bath."
Sira's fingers slid down his abdomen. "Then let me fix it."
And this time, there was no tension behind her touch.
Only fire.
Slow, deliberate, aching fire.
Sira's fingers ghosted along his shoulders, tracing over the drops of water trailing down from his neck. The shower rained steadily, a low hiss echoing in the tiled space like a hush of permission. Steam curled around her as she stepped closer—naked, wet, emboldened. Her hand slid down the ridges of his abs, smooth and sculpted like sin forged in muscle. Heat pulsed beneath her palm, but it wasn't from the water.
It was from him.
