Love Unspoken

Having finished tending to her back, Alexander moved to position himself in front of her, pulling a stool beneath him to sit. He took her hand in his, his touch gentle as he wiped her arms.

Looking up, he was met with the sight of her face, flushed a deep red that extended to the base of her neck.

Quinn averted her gaze, her eyes finding refuge in the corner of the bathroom as her body tensed. Despite the bond of matrimony that they shared, she still found herself blushing at the intimacy of certain moments.

In the past, Alexander had often assisted her with her baths, seemingly taking pleasure in the act. Yet, these instances often led to other, more intimate activities.

Alexander reached out, turning her face towards him, compelling her to meet his gaze. Quinn's eyelashes fluttered, her gaze skittish and evasive as soon as their eyes locked. He handed her a towel, his voice a soft whisper, "Clean yourself up."

A moment of hesitation passed over Quinn as she glanced at him, but he showed no signs of leaving. A wave of uncertainty washed over her, leaving her conflicted about what to do with the towel now in her possession. "Should I help you clean up?"

arms and neck with the towel. The overhead light was glaring, casting a harsh spotlight on Quinn's

creating an

movement, his lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes

Quinn's hand. As he spoke, he reached for a fresh, warm

Join us for the complete

extended her hand to take it, he pulled away. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on

catch a cold." His words were punctuated by a soft

her gaze flickering, her fingers slowly clenching. Steam began to fill the bathroom, the figures of the two gradually becoming obscured in the mist. After half an hour, Alexander emerged from the bathroom, wrapping Quinn

her ears a bright red that was visible when she lowered her head. He laid her on the bed, tucking her

from beneath the covers, her

advances, but he hadn't made any... Could it be