With a deep but shaky breath, Oriana sat by near the edge of the tub, making herself comfortable as she splashed water on his wide shoulder. His arms were spread on the side of the wall of the bathtub, so she thought to begin with them.
’Alright, the left arm. First, apply soap on the skin and then rub the dirt away with washing cloth.’
Arlan had his eyes closed and didn’t pay attention to her ministrations.
So calm and peaceful!
All the stress he had accumulated till now was fading away, like snow melting in the presence of fire.
His muscles relaxed with the help of the fragrant scent coming from Oriana’s body. She smelled better than the lavender soap she chose, even better than honeysuckle flowers themselves.
It was milder yet sweeter, more soothing...
Arlan wished he could bottle that scent and bring it around him all the time, wondering why it’s only her scent which felt tempting to his senses.
As he lay half-submerged in the water, he soon realized her hands were only going back and forth his right arm and shoulders.
"Are you washing or polishing my skin?" Arlan asked in amusement. "That’s a washcloth not a sandpaper in your hand. Careful you don’t accidentally turn my shoulder into a smooth mirror."."
"A-Apologies, my Lord," she replied as she snapped out of her daze. She placed her palm over his shoulder instead of just running her fingers half-heartedly to apply soap. She then began to scrub his other arm. "I have never done this before, I mean bathing another man so..."
"You should not dare," he warned.
"Huh?" She glanced at his face and saw him close his eyes, even tilting his head back as if to enjoy her ministrations.
She heard him say, "You are my personal attendant and you are not allowed to bathe anyone else but me."
"I won’t, my Lord," she answered, glad that he could not see her rolling her eyes at him. ’As if I go around giving other men baths. If not for my grandpa, even you would not have gotten this privilege, you noble brat. Once I get what I want, I will make sure to disappear like I never existed. Hmph, maybe I should bring my grandpa to cross to another kingdom.’
Immersed in her thoughts, Oriana did not realize she resumed rubbing the same shoulder with the washcloth and...
"Ahh!"
Arlan grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, bringing her hand with the washcloth towards his chest. Her face was so close to him that she could feel his hot breath against her cheek.
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