Eden’s POV
I lean my head against the edge of the bathtub, savouring the warmth of the water against the developing bruises on my body.
I was a little self-conscious when Harrison stalked into my room and informed me that not only was he running me a bath, he was also going to sit in my room whilst I took it.
I did argue with him, heck, it’s hard enough thinking when I’m around him, but to know he’s right on the other side of the door whilst I lay here, naked with an unlocked door between us, (another insistence from the surly Cadell brother.)
There is something extremely intimate about washing yourself whilst a strong, brooding annoyingly handsome man sits just feet away from you.
‘Eden, you OK?’ he voice calls out quietly, something he’s done regularly since I shut the door and clim
