Connor wrapped a plush towel around Wren’s damp body, his touch careful and deliberate. He guided her towards their bedroom, where he draped another towel around his waist. As he began to dry her off, Wren’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and warmth.

“You don’t have to dry me off,” she protested softly. “I can do it.”

“I want to, Sunshine. Just let me,” Connor insisted, his voice tender.

Wren hesitated, then acquiesced. “Alright then.”

The softness of the towel against her skin was comforting, each gentle stroke sending waves of warmth through her. Every touch felt amplified, and the intimacy of the moment made her heart race. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she blurted out, “That’s enough! I’m dry now.”

Connor’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he tried to stifle his laughter at her endearing outburst. “If you say so.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped the towel around her again, using it to pull her closer until she tumbled against his chest. The contact was electrifying, and Connor reveled in the closeness, his heart swelling with affection. Wren, however, was feeling shy and self-conscious.

“Don’t be shy,” Connor murmured, his voice low and soothing.

Wren buried her face into his chest, her voice barely audible. “I can’t help it.”

Connor chuckled softly, his hands resting on her back. “You were so naughty a little bit ago in the shower.”

“Connor!” Wren gasped, her face growing even warmer. “Don’t talk about it.”

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with what we did,” he teased, a playful grin on his face. “Plus, I like it when you turn into a Naughty Kitten.”

Wren’s eyes widened, and she pressed her face further into his chest, mortified. “Oh my gosh… just stop talking about it.”

Connor leaned back slightly, gently tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Will you let me have a turn now?”

Wren’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Connor’s expression turned earnest. “Let me please you now.”

A flicker of nervousness crossed Wren’s face. She wasn’t sure if she could handle more intimate touching, fearing that her anxiety might resurface. “Umm…I’m not sure.”

Connor’s eyes softened as he gazed at her with a pleading look. “Please… please…”

Wren looked at his pitifully sweet face, torn between her apprehension and his earnest request. How can I say no to that face? she thought. She took a deep breath, giving herself a silent pep talk, and then met his gaze.

“Alright,” she said hesitantly, “but what if I feel uncomfortable?”

Connor’s face brightened with relief. “You can tap my shoulder, and I’ll stop instantly. I promise I’ll be very gentle and go super slow so you won’t be scared.”

Wren nodded, her nerves still evident. “Okay… be gentle.”

Connor’s smile was reassuring, filled with love and care. “I promise you’ll love it.”

He gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, his touch feather-light as he started to explore her body with delicate, practiced movements. Every touch was careful and considerate, meant to comfort rather than overwhelm.

Wren’s initial tension began to ease as she focused on the warmth of his hands and the soothing rhythm of his touch. The fear that had gripped her slowly melted away, replaced by a growing sense of trust and connection.

As Connor’s movements became more confident, Wren found herself opening up to the pleasure of the moment, her breathing steadying as she let go of her apprehensions. Connor’s careful attention and gentle approach reassured her, making the experience both intimate and healing.

In the soft glow of the bedroom, with the world outside fading away, Wren realized that this moment wasn’t just about physical closeness. It was a testament to their deepening bond, a shared vulnerability that brought them even closer together. And as Connor continued to cherish her with tender care, Wren felt a profound sense of peace and contentment, knowing she was safe in his arms.