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“You,” I offered with a smile.
He grinned wolfishly. “Lucky them, huh?”
Yes. Lucky them.
“She’s away for work most of the time,” he continued to say. “She actually flies back out to London in the morning for a few weeks. But when she’s home, she likes to be involved in my life.”
“It’s nice,” I told him. “You’re lucky to have a mother like her.”
“Yeah,” he shot back sarcastically. “Sure I am.”
He was.
Johnny didn’t realize it, but in the space of an hour or two, his mother had taken more of an interest in me than my own mother had in months.
Maybe even years.
“Listen, you better just take a shower and give me your clothes,” Johnny said with a sigh. “Otherwise, she’s just going to come back and keep nagging on about pneumonia and all that shite.”
Was he serious?
Was I actually supposed to take a shower in his house again?
“I am serious,” Johnny muttered, reading my thoughts. “And I am sorry.”
“Oh.” Blushing, I knotted my hands in front of myself and shrugged uncertainly. “Um, okay?”
He stared at me for the longest moment before shaking his head. “Come here.”
“Come where?”
“Here,” he instructed, gesturing for me to follow him into his en suite bathroom.
Like a baby foal, I hurried after him, all shaky-legged and clumsy. Hovering in the doorway of his luxurious bathroom, I watched as he reached over the tub and turned on the shower.
“You, uh, said you had a problem with it last time,” he mumbled with a shrug.
“Did I?”
“Uh, yeah,” he replied, shifting uncomfortably. “You were mumbling in your sleep about my shower scalding you.”
I turned beet red.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” I choked out, feeling nervous again.
“Stop,” he warned with a smile. “It was cute.”
“Cute?” I squeezed out, practically hyperventilating.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll put some clothes out for you again.” Johnny’s cheeks turned a flushed shade of pink as he stepped around me and hurried back into his room. “Same as last time.”
“Where will I put my clothes?”
“Just throw them out to me when you’re naked…ah, when you’re ready,” he muttered gruffly. “I’ll put them in the dryer,” he added before closing the door and leaving me alone in his bathroom.
Trembling, I sank down on the closed toilet lid and exhaled a ragged breath.
Oh god.
