“Take your time and think.” His breath fanned against my face, making me shiver. “Ready to get cleaned up?”
I nodded and got out of bed. Trey stayed close, not touching, but I could feel the warmth of his body. When we made it to the bathroom, he turned on the shower, then helped me wash. With the water pouring down and his hands on me, I thought I’d get hard. But his touch was soothing, comforting, and full of care. Not sensual in the least. His care took everything to another level and I had to fight tears. It was stupid, crying, but I couldn’t help it. Though I closed my eyes and turned my face in the spray, trying to hide, Trey must have noticed. He didn’t say anything, but he wrapped his arms around my chest from behind, cradling my body to his, and placed a kiss on my temple. It helped, for whatever reason, and I pulled myself together.