She leaned back against his chest and closed her own eyes as well. And gradually, she began to fall asleep there.
"Claire." He tapped her gently. "I still have to take a bath."
Her eyelids fluttered open at his words.
Oh. The bath.
She sat up, flustering the water and causing it to spill over the rim.
"I must have fallen asleep." She murmured, wiping her wet hand over her face.
The water was now barely warm, if not outright cold.
Claire felt him stroke her hair. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her hands instinctively rising to cover her breasts.
"I like your hair, have I told you that before?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. He barely ever said sweet things to her, why was he saying them all of a sudden?
"No, you haven't." She averted her gaze as she spoke.
Colour flooded her face as she had to climb out of the tub to get the wash cloth and bathing brush.
When she was returning, she caught him staring at her.
