C15 MEMORIES OF OUR PAST

“Darling, aren’t you done bathing?” Asher asked, walking toward the bathroom and opening the door without knocking.

Caleb turned in the tub, arching a brow as he smiled. His wet hands glided slowly up his thighs, trailing over his chest, his mouth slightly parted. He lifted his index finger, curling it with a playful gesture that summoned Asher closer.

“Oh no,” Asher murmured