Chapter Twenty-Eight

When the couple reached the bedroom, Esper let out a sigh of relief. The sparring match would stave off her father for the rest of the day, which meant more time with Seraph. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy spending time with Wesley. She knew the news of her accepting Seraph was finally setting in. Wesley was starting to feel his little girl slip away, but in reality, she was just growing up.

The sound of gentle music broke Esper out of her deep train of thought. She opened her bathroom door to see candles, rose petals, and a massage table.

“Since you’ve been training so hard, I thought I could help you relax,” Seraph offered, holding out a robe.

“How thoughtful,” Esper chuckled, accepting the change of clothes.

After changing into the robe, Esper lazily laid on the table and let Seraph get to work on massaging her muscles. His fingers were like magic, working out all of her tension and knots.

When Seraph’s hands began to wander, Esper couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You, sir, are a