“Kate.” Griffin turned me so I faced him. There was no regret in his eyes. He meant what he said too. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, fighting back tears, thankful for the water.
“Come here. Let me take care of you.” He brought me over to the shower and lathered me up. We didn’t speak and I watched him, enjoying the way his hands felt on my body. He was tender and so loving. He was kind and so sweet. Fucking hot and beyond desirable. As I watched him, I knew I could be with him forever and never get tired of him.
“Okay, you’re right. You aren’t cute,” I said, giving him a small smile.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, grinning. He quickly washed his body and then wrapped me in his arms. Held me there for a long while. I clung to him, loving the feel of his body against mine. “I meant what I said, Kate.” His chin rested against my head, and I felt the rumble in his chest and throat as he spoke.
I hugged him tighter. “I meant it too.”