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“Do you wish to bathe, Brock?” she asked. “The water is still warm.” She had taken care to wash quickly so he could have warm water if he wanted it. She already dreaded getting out, knowing her damp skin would turn cold. She’d soon be able to put on a dressing gown and perhaps feel the heat of her husband’s body when he held her against him.
Brock’s eyes locked on hers as he picked up her dressing gown and came over. Her senses came alive as she realized she was about to stand up from the bathtub completely naked before him.
“Er…yes. Thank you,” he replied. He held the gown for her and then turned his head. She climbed out of the tub and slipped into the gown, then moved around him carefully, toward the heat of the fire and away from the very different heat between them. As she start
