Lips Pressed to Her Core

Maeve's POV

Hot water ran over my shoulders. I stopped the sponge on my arm and stared at the clean marble. The tiles stayed blank. My head didn't.

Lucas's hands on my hips. His chest against my back. The low scrape of his voice at my ear. In the gym he'd pulled me in until my spine met him, and his mouth had brushed the skin under my ear. You are extremely beautiful, Mae. I'd felt it in my neck