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?"

and neck with the towel. The overhead light was glaring, casting

contrast, Alexander was impeccably dressed, his black shirt standing out under the illumination. The disparity between them was palpable, creating an unequal dynamic that left Quinn feeling unable to meet his gaze. She felt

her every movement, his lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes darkening with

hand. As he spoke, he reached for

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Quinn extended her hand to take it, he pulled away. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on the back of Quinn's head, leaning in close to

barely audible, "You're too slow. I'll help you. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." His words were punctuated

the figures of the two gradually becoming obscured in the mist. After half an

her head. He laid her on the bed, tucking

out from beneath the covers, her gaze directed towards

but he hadn't made any... Could it be that he simply wanted to bathe