“Thank you,” I managed to mutter as he wrapped towels around us both. “There’s no need to thank me.” His face had gone soft, less cutting than usual, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he carried me back into our room. “But there is.” I blinked up at him, eyelids so heavy I could drift off at any moment. “You showed me. I asked and you did. And it was perfect, Bastian.” I barely managed to lift my head and skim a kiss over his jaw. “You are perfect.” I more felt than heard the sound he made as he lifted his chin. Proud. Happy.
