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“I can reallyreach all of my own bits.”
He gave her adark look through his lashes, and his hands kept moving. He wasthorough but not overly creepy, which took some doing. When she wassoaped up, he rinsed her off, then left and returned to her, wether hair again, and rubbed a very pleasant and citrusy somethingthrough her locks. He tugged his fingers through until it was even,and then he rinsed her hair by tilting her head back and pouringwater over her head carefully.
When he tappedher head, she squeezed her hair out and looked at the warm pools.He wrapped her in a towel and then dropped his own clothing andwashed.
She closed hermouth with a soft snap. He was lovely. Golden skin, glowingmarkings, long black hair, and wide shoulders that made her fingerscurl. She had a flicker of her hands on his shoulders and pullinghim in for a kiss but shook it off. He didn’t want her. She had toremember that. She had reminded herself of his lack of interestafter every date.
He turned, andthe interest was eye-to-eye with her. He caught the direction ofher gaze and picked her up again with a grin on his face. Heremoved her towel and dropped it. She covered her face, and herhands remained there until he stepped into the water, and the heatslowly crept up her body until it was around her shoulders.
He settledagainst a seat in the pool and released her. She floated loose andsettled across the pool from him.
She asked him,“So, you needed a bath, too?”
Yes.
He looked ather and smiled. He signed, You are very beautiful.
She blinked andsigned automatically. You are handsome.
He grinned.Wrong sign.
“Oh. What isthe right word?”
He showed adifferent sign. Two fingers around the circumference of theface.
She winced andused the sign. Right. Handsome. Sorry.
Thank you. Itis very nice to see your face.
She shruggedand looked down. She hated being unwell. Yes, she had almost died,but she still hated the long road to recovery. She hated roadtrips.
Ivetha fidgetedand asked him, “How long do we soak?”
He smirked andshrugged. Relax.
“I neverrelax.” She grimaced. “I even sleep tense.”
Why?
“It’s the way Iam.”
Silence wasbetween them again, and she finally looked at him and asked, “Iknow I am supposed to be here for the wedding, but can someone dropme home and then pick me up on the wedding day? I get the feeling Iam going to be an inconvenience.”
No.
Ivetha frowned.“Can you shout at me so I can power up and fly home?”
No.
“Why not? Ihate being useless, and I am just in the way. If I am physicallyuseless, I can just go to work.”
How will youget home flying if you are weak?
“I can manage.I always manage.” She gave him a serious look. “I can’t live herefor a week in a towel.”
He blinked, andunderstanding filled his gaze. Clothes will come.
“How far are wefrom any land mass?”
