“You won’t put water on my face?” “I won’t put water on your face,” I vowed, feeling him slowly lower himself into a sitting position in the bath. “I can keep holding on to the sides?” “For as long as you need to,” I agreed, thrilled when I watched him slowly lower himself until his back was touching my chest. “I’m right here.” “Believe me, I know,” he bit out, full body shuddering. “It’s the only reason I’m doing this.”
