Sophie's POVFor a long time neither of us moved.The water kept falling over us, warm and steady. His chest was pressed against my back, rising and falling hard. His lips were resting against my shoulder. I could feel his heart pounding, and I could feel him still inside me, softening slowly, and I didn't want him to move.Finally he eased out of me, gently, and turned me around and gathered me against his chest. I was shaking. He didn't say anything. He just held me there under the water with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other stroking slowly up and down my spine.After a while, he reached for the shampoo.He washed my hair the way he had in Italy, slowly and carefully, his long fingers massaging my scalp until I nearly fell asleep standing up. He tipped my head back under the water and rinsed it, shielding my eyes with his hand. Then he soaped a cloth and washed my body, my shoulders, my arms, my breasts, my stomach, so gently and so thoroughly, kneeling down to was
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