Georgia's POV
I couldn't feel my legs anymore.
I was completely wrecked—a trembling, breathless mess.
Nick kept one arm around my waist, the other working to undo the rope from my wrists. One, then the other. The moment they were free, I nearly crumbled, barely catching myself before I collapsed into him.
Without a word, he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the stream. We were both soaked in sweat, skin streaked with dirt and water, our legs muddy, slippery from whatever the hell just happened to my body.
He settled behind me in the shallow stream and began pouring water over my shoulders with his bare hand—slow, gentle strokes that contrasted everything that came before.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur against my ear.
I hesitated. "I… don't know. I still can't wrap my head around what just happened. I told you to stop… but you didn't. You were enjoying it too much."
