Billionaire's Match

Chapter 845

Khloe's hands slid around Nick's waist again, tracing every inch of him, even the smallest raised scars.

Then Khloe picked up the bath sponge, squeezed a generous amount of shower gel, and carefully spread the dense foam across his back.

"It hasn't hurt for a long time," Nick said softly, as if sensing her worry.

He glanced back and saw her eyes misted with steam, deep and concerned.

Holding her hand, he drew her to his chest.

The soapy hand gently pressed her chin.

"Weren't you going to wash me? Why aren't you moving?"

"I...just feel so bad.Even if you say it doesn't hurt, I still." Khloe murmured, hugging him tightly.

"It's all in the past now." Nick's voice was low, his thumb brushing away a streak of white foam from her cheek.

"But if you keep lingering like this...the water's going to get cold." He covered her hands over his, coaxing her like a child.

another faint scar near his chest.Her fingers traced it

one

branch scraping me," he

you checked every one, this bath would never end." Her ears warmed, and

braced on the edge of the

curve of his back to the narrow

there

smile tugged at the corner

hand froze midair, her

check carefully." His tone softened further, a husky edge that sent

on, gliding down his

his right outer thigh bore a faint scar,

flickered, lips pressing together as her fingertips lingered over

The back-and-forth motion became almost

pulling

murmured, his nose brushing

do

bit gently at

every inch of you myself." She resumed, carefully spreading

reached his waist, he let out a