He steps away from me and I see him grab some clothes from behind the door. With jerky movements, he shrugs on a shirt and a pair of jeans. He dons his white coat rather hurriedly and haphazardly, and comes back to me. His hair is still dripping and I watch the water droplets race down his neck to soak into his collar. If my hands weren't cuffed, I'd grab his collar and pull him forcefully to me. He presses a button and the machine lowers me onto the steel table. I lie on my back and wait. Julian takes my feet in his hands. I expect him to cuff my ankles, but instead he starts to massage my feet. His thumb moves in slow circles against the soles of my feet, starting from the balls to my heel. “Aren't you going to restrain my legs?” I ask breathlessly when he holds my waist and lowers his face to mine. He shakes his head. “No. Just relax, Sophia. You...” He presses his warm lips to my eyelids, and whispers, “You are amazing.” His lips and hands leave me at last, and I shudder from the sudden cold.
