Caliber

chapter 12

~Thank you to all my readers❣ again I don't own the picture above and would like to give credit to artist who did it, I found it on the Internet and fell in love with it.~

Anaya woke up to being lifted from the bed, she stirred and Derek soothed her hair away from her face and it lulled her back to sleep. And then she felt him step over something and she stirred and opened her eyes.

"What's going on?" Anaya asked as she looked up at his jaw then she felt him sit down. That's when she felt the amazing warmth of water sliding of her skin.
He ran a bath?" Anaya thought and then she remembered the night before. Her face went bright red as he sat her on his lap, she leaned against him as he soothed water over her stomach. There wasn't any words that she could say to him. She was touched that he'd run a bath for her.

Dj soothed water over her shoulders and started to take out the many bobby pins that held her hair up in the hair do that she had done last night. Once her hair was free of the pins he ran his hands through it. She sighed as his fingers messaged her scalp.

"You're the only one that has seen this side of me." Dj said, the deep tembure of his voice rumbled his chest where her head rested. She moved her legs and a pang of soreness went through her secrets and she cringed a little. Derek soothed water over her shoulders and stomach again.

"The hot water should help with any stiffness in your legs. It will also help with the soreness that I caused you." Derek said and Anaya rubbed his right forearm. She traced the scars that crisscrossed over his skin.

"Will you tell me more about your past? You and your sister seem close," Derek breathed in deep. Making Anaya feel as though she had stepped on a nerve.

"My father was military so was my older brother. We lost him to war and my parents took it hard. I was already in training at the time so I wasn't there for the funeral. That was three years before my capture. My brother, me, and my sister grew up just like everyone else. Loving parents, decent house, food on the table every night. It was all fine until the word came about my brothers death." Derek paused as if unsure to go on. He was edging around the true story, it was painful nevertheless, the story is always painful.

Anaya nudged his arm to continue, then she went on with playing with the hairs on his arm.

"Then life seemed to go down hill from there. Dad had a heart attack and passed, my mother moved away due to heart break. Three months after that we heard she killed herself. Then I got captured, my poor sister was left to picked up the pieces. I had found out about a man named Logan Cross before I went missing. He seemed to have helped her when I was being locked away and tortured."

Anaya turned in his lap and touched the scar on his lip. A sad look entered his green eyes as he grabbed her hand and held it to his chest.

"I can't tell you about the torture, I don't want you to suffer from the pain I live with. My wounds are healed physically but not mentally. I'm not ready to unbear that just yet." Dj said and she understood, she really did and him telling her about his family was the right step forward. She wasn't going to push him to relive the year in a half he spent bleeding in a cave.

Anaya sighed, turned and laid her head back on his chest. People never understood what it took to leave your family to go fight for someone else's. The warmth from his chest seeped into her cheek. This warrior ran her a bath knowing that she would be sore from his love making. Derek ran his hands through her hair as if he was trying to reassure himself that she was really here.

The pleasantly hot water caressed their skin and was indeed taking most of the soreness away. Dj grabbed the bar of soap and ran it over her shoulders leaving a frothy trail. She let him have his way with her body last night. So he returned the favor by soothing her and washing her beautiful body. He found that he couldn't get enough of running his hands over her body. His favorite spot was her flat stomach. There she held the magic of baring and holding life.