In his arms

With that, he lifted me up into his arms, his strength surprising me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heart racing as he carried me away from the bed and towards the en suite bathroom. The cool tiles sent a jolt of cold up my spine, but his body heat quickly warmed me up as he stepped into the shower stall. The water rained down on us, the steam quickly enveloping the small space as he set me down, my feet barely touching the floor. He reached for the shower gel, his eyes never leaving mine as he lathered his hands. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he began to clean my body, his hands moving in slow, methodical circles. His fingers traced the lines of my shoulders, sliding down my arms before returning to my breasts, which he cupped firmly, his thumbs brushing over my erect nipples. I gasped, my legs trembling, and he caught me again, his arms wrapping around me to keep me upright. His touch was soothing, erasing the memory of Adrianne's cruel words, replacing them with