Chapter 259

Olivia POV

"We really need to pack now," I said eventually.

"Probably." He pulled out slowly, setting me down on shaky legs. "Can you walk?"

"Barely." But I was smiling. "Your fault."

"Not apologizing." He grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm. "Turn around."

I let him wash my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp. It was surprisingly intimate, standing there while he took care of me.

We finished showering and dried off quickly. I wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the closet, surveying my wardrobe.

"What do people wear in the Caymans?" I called out.

Alexander appeared behind me, already dressed in jeans and a white button down. "Casual. Swimsuits. Sundresses."