One Night Stand series
The sound of water filled the space warm, steady, safe.
Safe. With him.
He didn’t rush. He didn’t speak. Just tested the temperature, then returned to me and gently untied my robe again, peeling it off with reverence like I was made of glass. Like he hadn’t just watched me fall apart on top of him minutes ago.
Gerald helped me into the tub, guiding me down slowly, like he needed to make sure I felt good again. Like this was part of the ritual. A cleansing. A claiming. A care I never expected.