The brush in my hand found a tangle and I pulled it a little harder.
Suddenly, two feet stopped right in front of me. I lifted my gaze to find Tynan wearing an unbuttoned brown shirt and a pair of loose pants that sat low on his hips. He was towering over me. His eyes searched my face with calm concentration.
“What?” I looked up, losing myself in his dark eyes all over again.
“Let me.” He took the brush from my hand.
Pleasure mixed with embarrassment eclipsed all other concerns when his fingers brushed through the strands of my still damp hair. His touches were gentle and soothing. There was nothing inappropriate in them, but my face was instantly ablaze.
“I love the way you blush,” he said quietly.
My eyes found his heavy stare and I lost myself in it for a long while.
His hand raked through my hair with incredible precision. Every time his fingertips gently brushed against my scalp or neck, my skin burned with fire. I had never felt so desperate to be touched by anyone in my life. It was almost as if I have never been with a man before, it was almost as if I craved him all along, without acknowledging it. As theseagonizingly sweet moments passed, I closed my eyes, no longer able to hide the way I felt.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
Tynan moved away, his hand still gripping the brush.
I was just going to say something, but when I caught a glimpse of his tight pants, all the words left me. My hands clenched the cover of the bed so hard that I felt a sharp pain in my joints.
He wanted me just the way I wanted him, but he did not want to admit it. He was unable to hide the evidence of that. That revelation did something to me. To my surprise, I did not feel threatened or even alarmed. Instead, a wild euphoria quickened my breath and made my head spin. A vision of us together made my core throb with treacherous anticipation.
In the meantime, Tynan approached the window and placed his hands on the wooden frame above his head.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
I looked at his muscular back and the narrow waist. He was so breathtaking. He looked amazing in his flying suit, but with his hair still wet, his feet bare, and wearing regular clothes, he looked unbelievably, shockingly handsome. Out of nowhere, another vision of me running my hands under his shirt filled my head. I swallowed and looked away.
Gods! What is happening to me!
“It’s alright,” I said without fully realizing what just came out of my mouth.
No. It was not alright. It was alarming, terrifying. Itwould be a terrible mistake, something that could never be undone.
When my fiance died, I promised myself that I would never be with another man. That promise soothed my pain and helped me find peace, at least for some time. I swore I would remember him forever. My vow was not a big sacrifice back then, but now it was being tested and I was not ready for it.
Without saying anything, Tynan finished getting dressed, before leaving the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TYNAN
Fuck! What the fuck was that?
I stood in the corridor in disbelief.
Why did I even touch her? That was a terrible idea. At what point did I stop thinking?
I clenched my teeth and approached Frid’s room. When I found the right door, I banged on the chipped paint of the wood with all the built up frustration I still carried.
“What the hell?” Frid swung the door open.
“I need your help,” I said and watched her face drop.
“Did she run away?” the girl asked.
“No, not yet. I need you to stay with her.”
