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Cullen bent his neck so she would have a better angle to pour the water over his head, and slicked his long hair back from his face.
❝I will thank you in any event,❞ he said, brushing water out of his eyes. ❝‘Tis only polite.❞
He froze as she pressed up against
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A chuckle escaped her as she saw how he shyly covered himself. How could a grown man be so damn adorable? Would voicing her thoughts elicit more bashful and embarrassed reactions out of him? A tempting prospect.
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his back, but he did not jump or pull away from her. Instead, something 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 broke the surface of the water, lying flush against his stomach.
At her whisper, a light shiver ran through him, and her hands raised gooseflesh on his shoulders as a soft, breathy gasp
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She was treated to a full view of his backside as Cullen turned to lower himself back into the tub, shoulders and arm muscles bunching and cording.
The soapy water obscured anything below his waist, but he bent one knee up out of the water anyway, to provide additional
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⠀⠀❝ I suppose I can do that... Just this once though.❞
His affection and faith in her was enough to make her feel better. It was like a soothing balm applied to her battered soul, seeping through each and every crack, reaching the depths of her ache.
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cover.
Despite his reddened cheeks, he said, ❝We 𝘢𝘳𝘦 betrothed, Luce. I belong to you in all but written law. And we 𝘢𝘳𝘦 alone. As far as I’m concerned, you are free to touch me any way you wish.
Thank you for this, by the way. It would have been awkward and
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