Rose PoV
Once we were out, Saffron dried me off with a soft towel, his touch gentle and soothing. He was being so gentle with me. He knew how weak I was. I wanted to show him I was still myself, even if my body wasn't. That's why I touched him a little more than needed.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he wrapped the towel around me. His strong arms enveloped me in a warm embrace, making me feel safe and protected.
I leaned my head against his chest, feeling a bit faint.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine. Just a little lightheaded."
"Here, let's get you dressed," he said.
"Wait, let me dry you first," I said, looking up at him.
Saffron blushed, but didn't protest, simply handing me a the towel. He was so tall that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to reach his shoulders. I gently dried him, admiring his toned body and the scars that adorned his skin.
