The bath chamber was warm, steam curling slowly into the air, but the warmth of the water did nothing to ease the tension between them.
Ivan sat there, unmoving, the water reaching just above his chest. His arms rested on the rim of the large tub, but his muscles were tight. His mind was in chaos. Every part of him screamed at him to keep calm, to control himself, yet the more he tried, the more aware he became of her presence.
Lydia sat across from him, her legs stretched lazily under the water. The surface rippled every time she moved, small waves brushing against him. She kept running her fingers through the water, tracing patterns in it, sometimes letting her fingertips lightly touch his arm as if by accident.
Every touch, no matter how light, sent a strange rush through him. The heat of the water mixed with the heat in his blood.
