"You haven't taken a break all day. I thought..." I hesitated, searching his expression. "You could use a bath."
His eyes widened before they scanned the room and landed on the bath I drew up.
"Thank you," he leaned in and placed a kiss on my jaw.
I helped him as he shrugged off his cloak and stalked closer until he stood before me, eyes never leaving mine.
His gaze dropped to my hand on his forearm, and I saw the storm slowly still behind his eyes. With slow, deliberate movements, I reached for the hem of his shirt. "Let me help."
His breath caught, but he didn't stop me. One by one, I removed each layer, his outer tunic, his shirt, the belt at his hips. Each re-vealed another scar, another piece of the man beneath the title. I tried not to stare, but the intimacy of it made something flutter low in my stomach.
