Marvin's POV 

  At least he was decent enough to tie a small towel around his waist.

  I would imagine he'd have come out naked if it were only Ashley in the room.

  “I don't need to use it. I'm fine.” She argued, and his gaze hardened on her.

  “After rubbing yourself in all that mud at the garden, you think?” He asked, and Ashley's face paled.

  He knew.

  Cain always knew everything, and the shit never got old.

  Watching her quietly go in, we both avoided each other in silence till she came out in a towel this time.

  “Get in the bed,” Cain ordered, and she got in with...