"W-why would I ask you to touch me?" Winter stuttered, her heart hammering against her ribs, making it difficult to catch her breath.
Despite the discomfort, she refused to look away, pretending she was brave enough to withstand his charming smile.
What's happening to me? She wondered, startled by how out of character she was acting all of a sudden.
Kalix's grin didn't waver as he shrugged. "The way you're assuming everything, it's clear you want me to touch you. Or else, how will you bathe?" He teased, leaving her dumbfounded.
The realization hit her like a crashing wave.
She was still trying to process his words when he added, "And I don't mind if you ask me to help. You know, I'm already familiar with your body. There's nothing I haven't seen."
Winter's face turned scarlet as she yanked him away.
"Stop talking like that!" she shouted, feeling a rush of heat spread through her body.
It had been a while since she'd been with anyone. Or rather, since she'd been with him.
