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

deepened, pulling them into an unexpected embrace fueled by

as playful banter due to the romantic atmosphere became a

was

how she had

feel the pain of her wound, only a profound exhaustion that left her unable to

A ‘s L I

slept until noon

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

times, letting out

she heard his magnetic, amused

“Awake?”

muddled thoughts

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