Adam's eyes flicked over him, noting with appreciation that Ronan had gotten even more muscular in addition to the gained height.

Grateful for his darker complexion, which hid the blush as his eyes slipped downward, Adam quickly returned his attention to the bathwater. "Juniper and bergamot bath salts, sir," he said, stirring it with his hand to make sure it was the right temperature and then turning off the tap. Then he went to Ronan, eyes averted, intending to serve as a valet and aid him in undressing.

Breath quickening with nerves, he reached for Ronan's fly to help him out of his trousers.