Third person's POV
Her fingers trembled as she undid one, two, three buttons. More and more of Derek's well-defined chest was revealed.
Scattered across his pectorals were a few old scars, which, far from detracting from his beauty, added a unique masculine charm to him.
Gently, she helped Derek remove his clothing, until his entire upper body was exposed.
Derek's Adam's apple rolled slightly. His voice became a bit husky, "And the pants."
Tabitha's face flushed instantly. She stammered, "You, you do it yourself."
"I can't bend down. Don't think the wrong way," Derek said, pulling Tabitha's hand and placing it on his waistband.
Tabitha's face turned as red as a ripe apple.
Although she and Derek had been more intimate in the past, this was the first time she was unbuttoning his pants, especially since they were already divorced.
Derek, however, remained calm and waited for her without any hurry.
Not knowing what kind of mental preparation Tabitha had made for herself, she took a deep breath. Her fingers began to move.
She closed her eyes as she pulled down Derek's pants, then quickly turned to adjust the water temperature.
When she turned back, Derek had already sat down, his legs slightly apart, his muscular lines clearly visible. Any woman would be tempted by the sight.
But Derek sat upright with a straight spine. His face looked very decent, making one feel that thinking of anything else would be an offense to him.
"Tabitha, thank you."
Tabitha wet Derek's upper body first, squeeze some shower gel into her palm, and then slowly slide it down along his skin.
After two years of rest, the calluses on her hands had disappeared, leaving her palms soft and smooth.
Every time her hand glided over Derek's body, the desire in his heart grew stronger, reminding him of that night on the boat when Tabitha was blindfolded.
However, due to the effects of the medication, Tabitha had no deep memory of that night.
Tabitha put all her effort into scrubbing.
After all, he was her former lover. They had had so many intimate contacts. How could she be completely indifferent to this body?
When her fingers rubbed against Derek's abs, she silently chanted in her heart, "Oh, abs."
Derek's arms were strong and powerful. They looked so elegant and noble in a suit, but once the clothes were off, the biceps' lines were as perfect as a meticulously carved plaster art piece.
Tabitha continued to mutter to herself, "Oh, thigh."
She scrubbed him vigorously, from his shoulders down to each finger. When she washed his palms, Derek suddenly clenched his fist, interlocking their fingers, holding Tabitha's hand tightly.
Derek still wore his wedding ring on his ring finger, which he had never taken off in these three days.
The unfamiliar feeling of the wedding ring made Tabitha pause for a moment, and then she put on a fierce expression and asked, "What are you doing?"
Seeing her displeasure, Derek quickly released her hand and apologized, "Sorry, it was a reflex."
This gesture used to be one of Tabitha's favorites. Sometimes when he was asleep, Tabitha would quietly snuggle into his embrace, slipping her fingers one by one into the gaps between his, holding on all night long.
In fact, Derek always slept lightly. When Tabitha touched him, he had already noticed but chose not to reveal it, allowing her to do so.
He also liked it, feeling that Tabitha belonged to him and him alone.
When they were sweet together, Tabitha would nestle into his arms, eating chips while tightly holding his hand.
Back then, she was more than happy. She always secretly glanced at Derek's profile. She kept thinking, how could such a perfect man become her husband? She must have saved the entire universe in her past life, right?
The moment Derek released her hand, Tabitha suddenly felt a void in her heart.
A man she had loved for so many years still had the power to make her heart race uncontrollably with just a few actions.
Pretending to be nonchalant, she squatted down and squeezed more shower gel onto her hands.
She kept reminiscing about the past, and her movements became more and more vigorous without her noticing.
Until her hand slipped to the edge of Derek's thigh, he grabbed her hand and said, "Not here."
Tabitha quickly looked down and saw her current action. If Derek hadn't grabbed her hand, she would have already reached up.
After her vigorous rubbing just now, the outline of Derek's dark briefs was clearly visible.
Tabitha quickly pulled her hand out of his grasp. Her reaction was so fast that she fell on her butt when she pulled away, "Ouch."
Derek was a bit anxious and came forward to help her up, "Tabitha, are you okay?"
The floor was covered with soap suds that Tabitha had created. In his haste, he slipped as well.
"Ah!"