Ross POV.

I watched as she struggled to walk, stumbling. Immediately I stood up and held her, she leaned on me for support. I wrapped my arms around her, whispering, “Let's get you cleaned up.”

I kissed her neck, and she nodded, her eyes locked on mine. All I could see was desire, which melted my heart.

I swept her up in a gentle bridal carry, cradling her in my arms, and headed to the bathroom. As I set her down, I claimed her lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

She reached for the soap, but I caught her hands, my fingers intertwining with hers.

"Let me take care of...