His heart hammered in his chest as that hand went down him, traced a path that ignited every part of him it touched, that touch of fire. And free now, he had no reason to stay in this orbit, the gravity thinned, so he backed away.

Inches felt like miles.

“I have them on the sink,” he offered quietly, but pulled away even more and straightened, hovering there. He turned his back to Caleb to let him get out of the bath in mild privacy, but held out the towel for him to take.

“I can leave the room if that is more comfortable for you?” Especially after all that.