Page 77 of Knot My Band: Part Two
The bathroom soon becomes a flurry of activity, each of my mates moving purposefully. Dax meticulously adjusts the water temperature, ensuring it’s neither too hot nor too cold. Chase is on a mission, sorting through an assortment of colorfulbath products, his nose twitching as he sniffs each one before selecting the perfect combination. Aiden, the ever-attentive soul, unfurls plush towels onto the heated rack, their cozy embrace waiting to envelop me afterward.
“Okay, Oli, ready?” Jack announces, his strong arms slipping beneath my knees and back. He hoists me up effortlessly. His touch sends a familiar thrill through me, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck.
He lowers me into the bath with exaggerated care.
The moment my skin meets the water, a sigh escapes my lips. It’s exactly right—like sinking into a hug, if hugs were warm and smelled of jasmine and vanilla. I watch as the water transforms, shimmery trails swirling around me from the bath bomb now dissolving, creating a galaxy in our tub. Tiny flecks of glitter catch the light, and I can’t help but giggle. “I’m going to come out sparkling, aren’t I?”
“Like the star you are,” Jack confirms, kneeling beside the tub, his presence grounding and yet thrilling all at once. “Anything less would be a disservice.”
“Thank you, guys,” I say, my heart swelling as I see them working together just to make me happy. “This is perfect.”
“Only the best for our Oli,” Jack says, and I can’t help but think that with them by my side, I have everything I could ever want.
Dax and Chase slip out while Aiden settles against the sink.
Jack’s hands move with a soothing and invigorating rhythm, gliding over my shoulders as he lathers up the sponge. “Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration that resonates through the steamy air. I melt under his touch, the warm water lapping at my skin like soft kisses.
He leans in closer, his breath hot on the nape of my neck, giving me goosebumps despite the heat of the water.
“Baby girl,” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear, “You were so perfect during your heat.”
I sigh contentedly, closing my eyes to savor the moment. The intimacy here is palpable.
After a while, he says, “Let’s get you rinsed off.” His hands are gentle as they usher away the soap, taking care not to miss a spot. The cascade of water from the attached showerhead feels soothing.
And then it’s Aiden’s turn, waiting for me as I step out of the tub onto the bath mat. He wraps me in a towel that is so fluffy that it’s like feathers hugging me. His brown eyes are tender, full of that quiet intensity that always makes me feel like I’m the only one in the room—or in this case, the only one in his world.
“Can’t have you catching a cold,” he says, concern lacing his words as he pats me dry with meticulous care. There’s something about Aiden’s shyness that makes these moments feel even more special, like every careful dab is a whispered love note.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, not with Dr. Adams on duty,” I respond with a playful lilt. His cheeks flush with a bashfulness that belies the alpha strength in his arms, and I can’t resist teasing him a little. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your bedside manner would make anyone want to play patient.”
“Then I must be doing something right,” he replies, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. That’s Aiden—his smile is a treasure, and it warms me more than any bath ever could.
As he finishes, I’m swathed in the soft fabric, cocooned in the kind of care that speaks volumes. I’m cherished. Loved. And as I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror, I can’t help but think this is the truest form of adoration.
“Okay, baby girl, let’s get you into something cozy,” Jack declares with that trademark twinkle in his blue eyes. He plucksa soft cotton tee from the dresser – band merch that says ‘The Edge.’ It smells like all of my mates, and I can’t tell whose it is.
Aiden holds the clothes steady as I slip my arms through the sleeves. His touch is gentle and precise, but it speaks of an underlying intensity that makes my heart flutter.
Next is a pair of loose-fitting joggers he folds multiple times to make them fit.
“I have my own clothes, you know?” I chuckle, but there’s no complaint in my voice. His picks are comfort incarnate and smell like my mates.
Jack smirks. “But we want you in our clothes.”
I lean into Aiden’s hand for a fleeting moment before turning to catch Jack’s grin. He’s all mischievous charm, and it’s impossible not to respond with a grin of my own.
“Ready for some food?” Jack asks.
“Lead the way,” I play along, looping my arm through his.
But Aiden steps forward, his warm hands easing under my knees and back in one swift, confident motion. “I’ve got you,” he says, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all.
With how big he is, I probably do.
“I’m not complaining,” I admit, nestling into Aiden’s embrace. The world seems to right itself when he holds me steady and unshakeable. We move toward the door, and the faint sounds of daily life from downstairs drift up to meet us, filling the space with a comforting buzz.
As we descend, each step is a testament to Aiden’s quiet strength. The pack house wraps around us like an old friend, its walls echoing with laughter and the clink of dishes. It’s a symphony of domestic bliss that warms me from the inside out. It feels like home.
