"Okay," Lyra said quietly. Then the white sheet covering her dropped to the wet stone floor.
Eren turned back. She was standing under the pouring water with her eyes closed and her arms strictly at her sides. The water ran over her compact, curvy body, pasting her blonde hair flat and making her heavy breasts glisten in the dim light.
"Can you wash my back?" she asked without opening her eyes. "I know that's what you two just did."
"Among other things," Eren grinned.
"I... I know." Her face went completely red under the water. "I just want the back part for now. Please."
He stepped under the water and washed her back. His hands moved across her shoulders, down her spine, and over the soft curve of her lower waist. She was incredibly soft everywhere. She didn't have the toned muscle definition of Emily; it was just warm, smooth skin over gentle curves.
When his hands reached her lower back, she leaned back into his touch and her breathing hitched. "Lower."
