Strip

CAELLUM’S POV

I knew I was being a bastard.

But I hated being told no, especially by my own mate.

I walked into the bath, and closed the door halfway, listening to Naledi sweep the room and clean it all over again.

Feeling her so close yet so far made me feel like doing all the wrong things to her. Anything to make her stay longer.

I sensed her finish her task and another idea came to mind.

“Naledi,” I called from the bathroom door and she froze in her steps.

“I’ll need a hand in the bathroom.” My tone was strict. Like I wasn’t asking the impossible.

If I was being honest with myself, I wouldn’t force her to join me if she refused. I was a dick, but not that much of a dick.

I hoped she knew that, and if she didn’t, I could live with that.

“What?”

“Join me in the bathroom.” I left her hanging and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

A silent invitation.