Chapter 22 His Touch

• Celine POV
• The room feels heavy with the quiet intimacy of the moment, the kind that makes the world beyond its walls seem distant and insignificant. Sebastian’s voice is a low murmur, breaking the stillness. “You should bathe, little one,” he whispers, his tone gentle yet firm. I nod, climbing off his lap, my body still tingling from the tension that lingers between us.
• I move toward the door, intending to leave, but his hand catches mine, halting me in place. “In here, in the tub, not the lake,” he says, his lips quirking into a soft smile as he guides me toward the adjoining bathroom.