Her hands were moving over my chest now, scrubbing dried blood away. There was a lot of it. Most wasn’t mine.
I was hopeless to her demands. Especially this incapacitated.
“Fought two of the stronger fuckers. Should’ve spread them apart more. Been a while since I fought this much.”
“How long is a while?”
“Ninety years or so?”
“Maverick.” Bloom’s scrubbing grew slightly more violent. Felt even better that way. “You said you can stagger them out one a day. You need to do that. This isn’t safe.”
“It’s fine.”
“If you get yourself killed, I’m going to have to mate with Timber.”
“I’ll kill him from the grave. Twice.”
She rolled her eyes. “How do you kill someone twice? Or from the grave?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“You really need to sleep.”
Someone knocked on our door once.
Bloom rinsed her hands in the tub and vanished. Came back with a mountain of food on some sort of long wooden thing. When she put it across the top of the tub like a table without legs, I understood.
She forced me to eat, both scrubbing and poking me to keep me awake until I was clean and the food was gone.
When I was deliriously full, I scratched my leg. Another damn cut was bugging me.
“What’s wrong with you? You never itch like this.”
“Need to shift to heal better.”
“Then why aren’t you furry right now?” she asked.
“Didn’t want to weird you out.”
“It’s not weird for me when you shift. You’re a werewolf. That’s part of who you are. Would you even be telling me all of these things if you weren’t barely conscious?” she wondered.
She’d already scrubbed my throat, and was now starting to work on my face with a new round of soap.
“Probably.” Some of the soap got in my mouth, so I closed it.
After she scrubbed my hair too, she disappeared again. She was back a heartbeat later, with a big cup in her hand. After a warning to hold my breath, she dumped it unceremoniously over my head.
I felt slightly better when the soap was gone a few minutes later, and the blood along with it.
The rest of me took less time to clean. I tried to swat her hands away and do it myself, but I drifted in and out of sleep too oftento actually put up a fight. I only really woke up to scratch my healing wounds. She smacked my hands away with a lot more force than I did hers every time I tried that.
When I was clean, she drained the tub. It took a lot of poking and prodding, but she got me conscious enough to climb out of the water and shift. She dried me off in my wolf form before herding my stumbling ass to our bed.
She tied her damp hair up on top of her head and tossed her now-soaked t-shirt aside, climbing into bed with me in nothing but her thong.
If I’d been aware enough, I would’ve pulled that off her too.
I wasn’t, though.
