Fadel’s POV

Maybe the cold would wash the image from my eyes. Her on her knees. Her tears. Not for me.

I closed my eyes, jaw clenched, water pounding against my back.

Then I felt it.

Arms wrapping around me from behind, tentative at first, then tighter. Her cheek pressed against my spine, her body warm against my cold skin, trembling. Her scent rose instantly, jasmine and moon orchid, wrapping around me, sinking beneath my skin in a way nothing else ever could.

“Please,” she whispered, ...