Zahra's POVXander grabs another washcloth, adds some body wash, and starts washing under my arm on his side. Almost in tandem, both cloths disappear under the water and begin moving over my sides, my stomach, my breasts, and lower.This should feel so wrong, but it doesn’t. Somehow, it feels right.They stop just above my pelvis, not going beyond my belly button, before shifting down again to my thighs and along my legs. A small pinch of disappointment registers, and I frown slightly, confused by it. Zanthe huffs in my mind, rolling back onto her stomach and grumbling about something I don’t quite catch.They continue down my legs to my feet, and I wriggle slightly as they wash the bottoms of them. Max lets out a soft, amused chuckle.I squint my eyes open at him, arching a brow. He grins back, something almost boyish and a little wicked in it.Once my body is clean, Max hands me the washcloth with fresh shower gel. I take it and wash between my legs. It isn’t pain exactly. Zanthe he
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