I followed him to the bathing pools. Once we arrived at the pool, he stripped down leaving only a towel that was wrapped around his waist.
"A mate should help their mate wash up, shouldn't they?" he said to me as he sat down on stool. As I looked at him holding the bucket of water and cloth to wash him, I hesitated.
I'd never touched Maxus before. Even when he touched me every night, I kept my hands at my sides.
"Get on with it," his deep voice ordered me.
"Yes," I responded, almost dropping the cloth in my hands in fear.
I used the cloth to wipe his body. As I cleaned his large muscles, I felt intimidated, like he was going to crush or rip me apart at any moment. I also noticed his intense gaze on me, which added to my anxiety.
However, as I cleaned, I was also distracted by all the scratches and scars that riddled his body. I had also noticed them when he touched me at night but I tended to zone out when he touched me. So, I didn't pay too much attention to them.
