"I'm fine, Darling," she called back sweetly. "I just got a tiny bit of water on my hand."
Relaxing somewhat, he still made his way to the bathroom to see the extent of her injury.
She was naked already, her bra and panty set discarded in the sink.
Alaric's eyes absorbed the sight of her nudity gladly, feeling comforted by the intimacy it implied between them, but he frowned when he saw the deep red burn mark on her wrist.
"That looks bad," he said, kneeling beside her. "You should be more careful, Dira."
"I'm sorry, Darling," she said, grinning back at him.
"Your concern is noted and appreciated, though." Her lips pressed into his cheek until one thing led to another.
Soon she was taking off his clothes.
Dira had changed since the first few times they'd made love. Gone was the frantic desperation in her touch, replaced by a calm, serene affection that knew how to be gentle and patient.
