Cole smiled as he shook his head. Her hands felt wonderful on his aching skin, leaving tiny goose bumps. He breathed a deep, relaxed sigh.

"Give me the soap."

"Why?" Cole asked.

"Isn't the goal of a shower to get clean?"

"I suppose you have a point." Cole handed her a bottle of body wash over his shoulder. Even that motion was painful.

Cole stood as still as possible while Zafira lathered-up and worked her slick hands over his back and knotted shoulders. Her touch did wonders for his pain, seemingly numbing everywhere she touched.

She leaned in again, pressing her large breasts against him as her hands washed his...