“You want it heated up?”

I shake my head. Arrick runs his hand down the back of my hair as I sit at the table with a fluffy robe covering my naked body. I’m completely relaxed, my body sagging, from the hour-long tub, soak we took. The idle chit-chat that was so easy and the twenty minutes of letting him dry and massage every inch of me on the bed were sensual and heavenly, although he did stop my hands from wandering under his towel twice. I feel surreal, completely chilled ...