Chapter 4

Water splashed everywhere, soaking the painting of the scholar on the wall.

Edward was drenched from head to toe, while I stood there completely naked.

We were pressed so close I could feel his heartbeat.

Through the thin fabric, his body heat was unmistakable, burning hot against my skin.

He was still burning up.

Flustered, I turned my face away, biting my lip as I snatched a nearby towel and began wiping him down anxiously.

But before I could finish, his hand closed around my wrist.

"Don't move," he said, his voice low and firm.

I had never been this…