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Yolanda returned to lan’s room and found him struggling to apply spray medication to his own back.

She closed the door, removed her mask and hat, and set them on a shelf. When he saw her, he went completely still.

Without a word, she took the bottle from his hand, sprayed the medicine evenly across his back, and remembered it needed to be rubbed in.

After a brief hesitation, she laid her fingers gently against his skin, and ler shuddered faintly at once. Then she began to massage,

His muscles were solid and defined beneath her touch. She could feel their tension as she worked the medicine in. When she was done, Yolanda quickly made her way to the bathroom to wash her hands.

The bathroom was tiny, so cramped she could barely move. Bending over the sink, she squeezed soap into her palms and scrubbed thoroughly.

Then the door opened. Ian filled the doorway, tall and broad, stepping inside without a word.

Yolanda froze, and then hurriedly ducked her head to rinse the soap away, anxious to be done and out of

there.

But he was blocking the exit. Slowly, he turned the faucet on. The sound of rushing water brought back memories of that stormy day.

He wet his hands, but skipped the soap. Instead, he took her hand and gathered some of the suds from her own. Thick, slick foam coated their skin. She could feel tiny bubbles bursting between their fingers with faint. soft pops.

She glanced up and caught his eyes in the mirror. He wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he just looked down at their hands, rubbing them together quietly.

Trapped, with no way out, Yolanda cranked the water back on full force and tried to wash the tension away.

The air was thick with unspoken words, heavy like soap suds. She couldn’t stand it. She had never felt anything this tense, not even with Charles.

Eventually, lan rinsed off. But he still didn’t move.

at her sides. She turned sideways, voice tight with a panic she didn’t quite understand. “Move. I need to get

He didn’t budge.

down, too nervous to meet his eyes,

the Grant family since she was ten. She was always proper and shielded, her world a curated

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this cramped bathroom, something raw and unfamiliar stirred deep within

that moment she suddenly understood why someone as relined as Charles would seek thrills in a grimy alley. People could be foolish that way. The thrill of the new was a

intensity in his posture dissolved as quickly as it had

he turned to let her pass, the rough fabric of his clothes brushed against hers. The brief

was free of the bathroom, a sudden weakness washed over her. But

she bent to organize the medicine on the table. “You’ll need these later,” she said. “Wayne won’t be a problem anymore. I spoke with the director.

bathroom, his voice

as if all the moisture had been leeched from her body. She grabbed a cup from the table and took a large gulp. I’m leaving now. If something like this happens

and she

had said all there was to say. The drive back would take more than five hours; she wouldn’t be home until well past

Charles in a fury that she wasn’t going back, the thought of facing another humiliating inspection was even worse.

but arms wrapped tightly around her waist, firm and

her grip tightening on the doorknob. She lowered her gaze to the hands locked around her. They were long and graceful,

chest. She could feel the intense heat radiating from him. There was a rawness to his strength, something held tightly in check, and it unnerved her in a way she couldn’t

loose, one by one. “Focus on your filming.” she

didn’t respond, didn’t fight her. He just watched, silent and tense, as the door finally swung open–and then closed

car and drove off without looking back. Halfway home, a burst of spring flowers caught her eye along

a shaky breath, she rubbed her face as if she could wipe away the tangled thoughts. Then, shaking

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continued on.