Josephine I sat on the cool marble counter, my back against the mirror, knees parted slightly to accommodate the man standing between them. Sasha. His hair was still damp, drops of water clinging to his temples and dripping down the sharp angles of his jaw. The heavy scent of the hotel’s body wash lingered in the air, circling with the steam from his shower. A white towel clung low around his hips, exposing his happy trail. He hadn’t even bothered tying it tight, and I definitely wasn’t complaining. We were inches apart, and my eyes trained on caring for his old bullet graze that had reopened. I could feel the silent heat in his stare at the top of my head, my heart pounding with every quiet second that passes. “Hold still...” I mumbled thickly. He hums, not even flinching as I clean up his wound. I tense slightly as his hands that held my thighs, travel up to hold my bare waist beneath my top. I let out a shaky breath, eyes snapping up to meet his piercing gr
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