Kylie was gently laid out on the sofa. She took off the coat and looked at the man, asking: "Am I really dirty?"

"Nothing you can't clean." Ethan's eyes darkened a little and pointed towards the bathroom.

Watching her shamed silhouette disappear from sight, he hung up the coat and turned to the bedroom.

Kylie was sitting at the bottom of the tub, letting the water from the shower pour over her head and down her cold body. It wasn't until the water temperature had dramatically increased, and the dense fog had gathered in the bathroom, that the coldness in her bones began to disappear.

Probably because her nervous feelings...