The hot cascading water felt amazing upon my skin. So much so that I groaned internally when I forced myself to shut it off. The water pressure from the jets was much better in Caleb's guest shower than it was in my small cottage.
Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the draw he had mentioned, I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen. I wasn't quite sure why a sense of safety filled me around Caleb, but something inside me told me I could trust him.
“Are you feeling refreshed after your shower?" He asked without looking up from the book he had been reading at the kitchen table. His eyes hesitated on the page before finally glancing at me with a smile on his face.
“Yes, I am." I replied, “Thank you."
“No need to thank me, Ivy," he replied, closing the book and setting it
