His Wee Honey

Chapter 18 - Bed

Mabel's POV -

The warmth of the water wrapped around me, my skin still tingling where Noah had touched me.

The bath smelled faintly of lavender, Noah must've added something to it when I wasn't paying attention. I sank deeper, letting my shoulders disappear beneath the water, my damp hair clinging to my skin. The last remnants of our earlier passion still pulsed through me, but it was different now. Softer. A gentle hum instead of a wildfire.

Noah's fingers combed through my hair, slow and careful, as he rinsed out the suds. It was such a simple thing, yet it sent a strange ache through my chest, something warm and fragile at the same time. I wasn't used to this kind of care, not like this. Not from someone who looked at me like I was something precious, something worth tending to.

He hadn't said much since helping me into the bath, but he didn't need to. His hands said enough. The way his thumb brushed the nape of my neck, the way he moved methodically through my hair, working with a patience I wasn't sure I deserved.

I sighed, eyes fluttering closed. "I think you've missed your calling."

Noah chuckled, his voice thick with amusement. "Oh?"

"Yeah. You'd make a great professional hair washer."

His fingers paused before resuming their slow movements. "Noah's Hair Rescue," he mused. "Specializing in stressed-out woman with a bad habit of getting into trouble."

I let out a quiet laugh, the sound soft in the humid air. "Think you'd get much business?"

"Oh, absolutely," he said. "Might even offer full aftercare packages, warm baths, cuddles, and maybe even a bedtime story."

I snorted, cracking one eye open to look at him. "A bedtime story?"

Noah grinned, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Of course. Gotta make sure my clients feel completely taken care of."

I giggled, "Its early noon." Noah shrugged with a wink.

I shook my head, smiling despite myself. His teasing was effortless, and for a moment, it made me forget everything outside this room. The danger. The attacks. The ever-growing feeling that something was lurking just out of sight, waiting for me.

But as the laughter faded, the silence between us deepened, and I felt the weight of reality creeping back in. My fingers traced idle patterns along the edge of the tub, the words forming before I could stop them.

"Noah..." I hesitated, my voice quieter now. "I've been thinking about... the Red-haired man. And Rebecca."

Noah stilled, the water sloshing slightly as he shifted beside me. I forced myself to keep going. "I don't know how to explain it, but I know they're connected. I can feel it."

Noah didn't respond right away. His hands slid from my hair, resting lightly on my shoulders instead. A grounding touch.

"You're probably right," he said finally, his voice low. "And that's why we need to figure this out. Together."

Something about the way he said it, together, made the knot in my chest loosen slightly. But before I could say anything else, a sudden knock at the door made me jump.

Noah sighed, pressing a quick kiss to my damp forehead before standing. "I'll get it," he murmured, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before disappearing out of the bathroom.

I stayed still, listening as he opened the door. The murmur of voices drifted in, familiar and warm. I recognized them instantly, Amelia and Angel.

"Mabel still in the bath?" Amelia's voice was full of amusement.