The Beast World Resets

Chapter 14: Lemon And Spice and Everything Nice

The day had finally come. The last stone had been placed, the door now fitted securely at the cave's entrance, sealing their new home with a sense of completion. After days of hard work, their sanctuary was ready. Colette, always one to appreciate beauty, stood in the middle of the room, her eyes scanning the space with satisfaction. It was their home now, hers and Curtis's.

Curtis was busy at the small water basin they'd set up by the kitchen, his large hands moving efficiently as he washed the dishes from dinner. Colette couldn't help but smirk. For someone so imposing, his care in the most mundane tasks always amused her.

But tonight wasn't about dishes.

She glanced toward the bathroom, the tub already filled with warm water, steam rising invitingly. After days of planning—and resisting her urges—she had decided that tonight was the night. A deep sense of resolve coursed through her veins. It was time.

Without a word, Colette slipped away, leaving Curtis to himself as he worked. Once in the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and dipped a toe into the tub, savoring the warmth. She slowly sank into the water, letting the heat envelop her, washing away the grime of the day.

Colette reached for the soap and shampoo she had crafted herself—luxuries in this world, but essential for her. She smiled as the familiar scent of freesia and pear filled the air, reminding her of her old life. These had been the first flowers she planted in her secret space, a piece of the modern world she couldn't quite let go. As she lathered her skin, the floral and fruity notes danced around her, a scent that always made her feel like herself.

She rinsed off, her skin flushed and glowing from the heat, then stepped out of the bath. Taking her time, Colette patted her skin dry, each movement deliberate. Tonight, she was in control—no distractions, no hesitations.

After wrapping herself in a towel, she walked over to the clothes Curtis had made for her. The babydoll nightdress, soft and sheer, sat on the table with a set of red underwear she'd specifically requested. She smiled, thinking of how surprised Curtis had been when she made that bold request.

He had made it perfectly, the material silky and luxurious against her skin.

Slipping into the outfit, she let her gaze drift toward the mirror. The delicate nightdress clung to her in all the right places, the red lace hinting at the fire she felt building inside. She ran her fingers through her damp hair, tousling it just enough, then opened the door.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, her new scent wafted through the room. Freesia and pear, clean and alluring. Curtis, still busy with the dishes, paused mid-scrub. His sharp sense of smell caught it first, his nose twitching as he turned to look at her.

The plate in his hand slipped from his fingers, splashing into the basin with a loud clatter.

Curtis's golden eyes widened, and his usual calm demeanor faltered. He looked her up and down, taking in the sheer fabric, the flush of her freshly bathed skin, the way her damp hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. The way she stood, confident and fully aware of the effect she had on him. He blinked slowly, as if trying to ground himself, but the primal hunger in his gaze was unmistakable.

Colette smirked, her Scorpio nature oozing through every movement. "What's the matter, Curtis? Cat got your tongue?"

Curtis cleared his throat, visibly swallowing as he wiped his wet hands on a nearby towel. "I... you look..."

"Good?" she teased, stepping closer, her hips swaying ever so slightly. The space between them shrank with every step, and the air seemed to crackle with tension.