Tilda flashed a defiant smile, aware of her temporary advantage.

She was injured, after all, and he couldn’t very well splash back without risking her wound.

Lyndon responded not with words but with action.

His gaze captured her lips for a moment before he leaned forward, closing the small gap between them with a tender kiss.

The contact was warm, catching Tilda off guard, causing her fingers to tighten around the edge of the tub.

What just happened?

Did he just kiss her?

That sure was a bold way to retaliate.

but what had begun as

an unexpected embrace fueled by a spark

a profound moment of connection, each

was in

got from the bathroom to the bed or how she had been persuaded by Lyndon’s deep, husky voice to explore different

wound, only a profound exhaustion that left her unable to

L A ‘s L I B R

slept until noon the

found herself lying on her side, her body still nestled against Lyndon’s

few times, letting

magnetic,

“Awake?”

muddled thoughts

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