CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE

ELEANOR’S POV

“Sit slowly.” I heard him say and I nodded, bending low as his hands guided me.

In the last few hours, the only thing I had done was nod. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything because for a weird reason, I felt shy. Not uncomfortable.

My body, up to my breasts, hit the warm water and I felt my nerves relax.

“Let me know when you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He said and I nodded briefly.

I couldn’t tell what he was doing but soon the smell of Lavender filled my nostrils before his palms came in contact with my body again as he scrubbed it gently.

It felt so good to have someone wash me up. Ever since I lost my sight, I had refused to let anyone bathe for me. I always instead of doing that myself and most times it was an uncomfortable thing.

His palms found my neck and massaged them briefly, causing a low moan to escape through my pass. My body was at alert. On edge after all these while.

My mind drifted briefly to Damon and the look he had on when I stepped out of his