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“And you won’t bother me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“That’s a decent offer,” I said. “But I don’t know if I trust you.”
“You trusted me enough to go on that sky bridge with me.”
That was a good point. An unfairly good point.
And damn it, I also wanted a bath.
“Fine. But if you peek, I’m revisiting mariticide.”
He put up his hands in mock defense and then opened the door. I walked into the warm room and eyed the bath excitedly.
“Go get changed. I’ll have this ready for you.”
Before I even had the bathroom door shut, the water was running. I couldn’t help the small smile that bloomed on my face at him running a bath for me. I’d never let anyone get close enough to do something like this, even when I tried my hand at relationships.
And hearing the running water only proved to me thatactionwas one of the sexiest things a guy could do.
I slowly peeled off my layers and grabbed at the cotton bathrobe on the back of the door. I wrapped it tightly around myself and walked back out.
“Okay, I’m—” I paused when I saw the bathtub. “Are those the rose petals from the bed?”
“They’re fresh. Did you really think I’d give you old ones?”
“I thought you were just running water, not making a romantic scene.”
I eyed the red rose petals floating in the water. Gentle bubbles simmered at the surface and the air smelled floral and sweet.
“It’s our honeymoon, after all. And you deserve the utmost relaxation after being so brave.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not.”
“Does it matter if you get a hot bath out of it?”
Not really. The cold had gotten into my bones and the smell of the bath was enough to soothe any of my stresses.
“All right. Turn around. This bath is so nice that I have to get in now.”
Levi looked at me one last time before turning. I watched him for a good few seconds to make sure he stayed with his back to me before I took my robe off and settled into the steaming hot water.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as I sunk into pure heaven. This was the greatest bath I’d ever had in my life.
I checked on him again, but all I could see was the hard line of his shoulder. He was more tense than he had been a second ago.
“Don’t get too jealous. You can have a bath after me.”
“A bath isn’t what I need.” His voice was low.
I let out a puff of air and looked around for a book to read. That was the only way I could relax and forget that my fake husband wasright there.
Only, I couldn’t see any. I sat up, crossed my arms over my boobs, and cursed when I saw the one I was after was sitting on the bed.
“What? Did I make the bath too hot?”
“No. I left my book on the bed.”