Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world -
Chapter 214: Bathing [1]
Chapter 214: Bathing [1]
Brandon hesitated, his hand hovering over the shower door handle, before finally pulling it open and stepping inside.
Warm water cascaded from the showerhead, filling the space with steam that curled around them.
Yverine stood under the spray with her back to him and she tilted her head back as water streamed through her hair.
The dirt and blood began to wash away, trailing in dark rivulets down her skin and pooling at her feet before disappearing down the drain.
She didn’t turn to face him, but her shoulders tensed slightly at the sound of the door closing behind her.
Brandon stood at the edge of the shower’s radius and the warm mist brushed against his skin, but he stayed just outside the water’s reach, unsure of how to proceed.
Yverine turned her head slightly and looked at his face "You’re not going to get clean standing there."
She stepped to the side, making room under the showerhead "Come here."
Brandon nodded and stepped forward as the warm water hit his skin like a wave of relief.
The heat stung his bruises but soothed his aching muscles, washing away the grime and blood that clung to him.
He kept his gaze averted, focusing on the tiles beneath his feet, but the proximity of Yverine’s body was impossible to ignore.
For a moment, they stood in silence as the water cascaded down their skin.
The shower’s radius was small, forcing them to stand close with their shoulders nearly brushing.
Yverine reached for a bottle of body wash on the ledge, squeezing a small amount into her palm.
The scent of lavender filled the air as she worked it into a lather and her hands moved over her arms and shoulders with deliberate care.
She glanced at him before holding out the bottle. "Here. You’re going to need this."
Brandon took the bottle and poured some of the soap into his hands and began scrubbing at his skin.
Yverine’s movements slowed, and she turned to face him fully, "You’re still bleeding," she said in a soft voice.
She reached out, her fingers hovering near a small cut on his chest where blood had mixed with the water.
She hesitated, then gently pressed her hand against it.
Brandon froze "It’s... fine," he stammered, but he didn’t pull away.
Her hand lingered for a moment before she withdrew it, and the water washed away the faint smear of blood.
Brandon met her gaze, and for the first time, he noticed her silver eyes and the way her wet hair clung to her neck.
His gaze drifted down to her collarbone and the pink nipples against her dark skin, enticing him.
Without thinking, Yverine stepped closer, closing the small distance between them.
The shower’s radius forced them together and their bodies are inches apart now as the warm water cascaded over both of them.
She reached out again, this time placing both hands on his shoulders, "Come here, you are not even bathing properly." she murmured, pulling him gently into the center of the spray.
Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest, but he let her guide him.
Their bodies pressed closer, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
His chest pressed against her breasts, and he could feel the stiffness of her nipples hitting his skin.
Her skin was warm against his, slick with water and soap, and she gently rested her head against his shoulder.
They stood like that for a long moment, and the water washed away the last traces of the battle... blood, dirt, and fear.
Yverine’s arms tightened around him briefly, her fingers digging into his back as if anchoring herself to the moment. "We made it," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the water.
Brandon’s gaze trembled upon hearing this and he gave a nod "Yeah, we made it..."
He realized that no matter how Yverine tries to act tough, she must have also been scared.
And still... she tried to save him.
His heart softened, and he hugged her closer.
The warm water continued to cascade over Yverine and Brandon.
The steam swirled around them, softening the edges of the glass enclosure, as they stood close, their bodies pressed together in a gentle embrace.
Yverine’s hands rested on Brandon’s back, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his skin as she spoke, "So... this is how your body feels like..." she murmured, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and surprise.
"It’s a lot softer than I expected. I’m surprised."
Brandon’s lips quirked into a small smile and he looked at her.
The water glistened on her face, catching the faint light filtering through the frosted glass, and for a moment, he was struck by how beautiful she looked.
"Same with me. I’m also surprised."
Yverine tilted her head and frowned in confusion. "Hm?"
He hesitated with a playful glint in his eyes as he continued, "Your breasts are bigger than I expected."
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she glanced away, her lips parting in a mix of embarrassment and indignation "Stop joking, pervert..." she muttered, swatting lightly at his chest.
The water splashed between them, and she shook her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Brandon chuckled, breaking the tension that had lingered between them.
"I’m just saying," he teased and his voice was softer now, as if testing the boundaries of their newfound closeness.
But he didn’t press further, letting the moment settle.
Yverine let out a sigh and reached for the bottle of body wash on the ledge, squeezing a generous amount into her palm.
The lavender scent bloomed again as she rubbed her hands together, creating a frothy lather. "Hold still,"
Brandon raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, standing still as she stepped closer, her hands moving to his chest.
Her fingers glided over his skin as she used the soap across his collarbone and down his sternum.
The water washed away the lather, revealing the faint bruises and scratches that marked his body.
She lingered on a small cut near his shoulder, her brow furrowing slightly as she cleaned it with extra care, ensuring the soap didn’t sting.
"You really took a beating out there," she said quietly.
Her hands moved lower, tracing the contours of his chest and her fingers brushed over the defined muscles that were softened by the warmth of the water.
Despite her tough exterior, her touch was gentle.
She stepped around him, guiding him to turn so his back faced her.
The water streamed over his shoulders, and she began to work the soap across his back.
The tension in his muscles seemed to ease under her touch, and she felt a quiet satisfaction in helping him.
As her hands moved lower, her fingers brushed against a raised, jagged scar just below his shoulder blade.
She paused as she traced the outline of it with her fingertip.
The scar was old and its edges were faded but unmistakable "What’s this?" she asked curiously.
Brandon tensed slightly, as if the memory of the scar had caught him off guard.
He glanced over his shoulder and muttered "That... It’s from a long time ago,"
"Got it when I was a kid, from a pit bull dog."
Upon hearing this, she chuckled "What? You got a scar from a dog bite..."
His lips twitched in annoyance seeing her mock laugh "You should have seen that dog, it was massive, like a grown adult and it bit me."
But she couldn’t help but laugh "Hahaha, a dog bite..."
Brandon: -_-
But then he realized that this is the first time he has seen her laugh like this and smiled in his heart.
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