Rose’s POV

I gasped, instinctively reaching out to steady myself, but before I could grasp what happened, my towel slipped off.

Time grew slow.

Victor.

He moved forward.

Not in a hurry. Without delay.

Deliberately.

I gulped anxiously, my heart pounding as I looked at his face. "Viktor—"

His eyes shimmered, unclear and enigmatic. "Are you ready for what comes next?"

I inhaled deeply.

I grasped exactly what he was suggesting.

"Victor—" I whispered, my ...