** Paige’s POV **

Parker helps me undress slowly, like each button popped, and zipper undone is an act that should be treasured. When I step into the bath, I’m still trembling from the almost overwhelming anticipation thrumming through me. The hot water laps against my skin, and I sink into it with a sigh, petals clinging to my shoulders, my chest.

Parker sinks in behind me. He doesn’t rush. He dips a cloth into the water, wrings it out, then runs it across my skin with a ...