Fierce Tenderness

ROWAN’S POV

Vance doesn't make me explain. He only comes back and sits on the edge of the tub and watches me with those exhausted, yet beautiful eyes while the steam fills the room.

I pull the shirt over my head and climb in.

The hot water meets my skin and I hiss because everything is tender and raw and bruised in places I haven't finished cataloguing.

I pick up the cloth and start scrubbing. My