Lisa’s POV

Warmth curled around me like steam as his hands moved to my wrist again, soft and sure, lathering soap in quiet, circular motions.

I couldn’t tell what made my skin buzz more… the gentle heat of the water, or the way Ronan’s touch was everything I needed right now.

He was kneeling beside the tub, sleeves rolled up even higher. His stubble looked more pronounced now that we were so close. His hands guided mine through the water, one hand, then the other, his motions were ...