“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 ...