Tabitha’s POV
The warm water flows over my skin, washing away the remnants of the night, but the ache in my muscles lingers as a reminder of how intense it was. I close my eyes, letting the water soothe me as Fabrizio moves beside me, his touch a stark contrast to what I felt earlier. His hands are gentle now, his movements slow and deliberate as he helps me clean up.
I should feel conflicted, maybe even angry after everything that’s happened tonight, but I don’t. What I feel now is more complicated, a strange mix of relief and confusion. His tenderness is unexpected, but not unwelcome. After the roughness of earlier, this softer side of him feels almost surreal. It’s like he’s two different men—the one who took control of me so fiercely and the one now washing away the evidence of it w
