The private bathhouse attached to their master bedroom suite was thick with warm, fragrant steam. Rose oil and sweet pine mingled in the air as water lazily trickled from the carved marble spout, filling the massive sunken tub with crystal-clear, steaming water.
Cherion leaned his back against the sloped marble rim of the pool, his upper body submerged up to his chest in the soothing warmth. His eyes were half-closed, a soft, content sigh escaping his lips as two huge, calloused hands worked their way through his wet hair, gently massaging his scalp with slow, rhythmic pressure.
"Ah..." Cherion groaned, letting his head tilt back onto the edge of the tub. "Oh, Zarius... you're actually a really good masseuse. A masseur? Whatever the word is, you know what I mean."
