Page 75 of My Undead Love Life

Mad stripped down with efficiency, turning so we could scan him for bites, scratches, bruises, or anything wrong. He was cleared. Luck went next, and he was clear, too. Oxi went after him. He turned, arms lifted slightly, while the three of us checked him over.

“Clear,” Mad said.

“Clear,” Luck echoed.

My gaze moved over Oxi’s back, the lean lines of muscle, old scars, and pale skin marked by the kind of life he’d survived before the world ended. “Clear.”

His eyes met mine briefly before he dressed again.

Then, it was my turn. I turned around as usual, lifting my shirt up over my head. The cold air brushed over my stomach and ribs, raising goosebumps instantly. I unsnapped my bra and added it to the pile of clothes near my feet. Then, I slid out of my pants and panties before slowly turning.

Behind me came three sharp inhales.

I froze.

Then, three hands landed on my shoulder at the same time.

I shivered from the contact. Their fingers were warm and careful against my skin, all of them touching the same spot near my shoulder blade.

“Jesus,” Mad murmured. “Is that from your fall?”

“What fall?” Oxi demanded.

Luck’s voice came right after. “Spencer, are you okay?”

Their hands were still there. All three of them were touching me at once. It was as if the sight of one bruise had overridden every bit of restraint they usually clung to during checks.

Heat crept up my neck. My skin felt too sensitive everywhere, and it was annoying because my shoulder still hurt like hell, there were undead snow leopards outside, and this was not the time for my body to notice the way Mad’s thumb brushed my shoulder blade or the way Oxi leaned closer to study the bruise or the way Luck’s breath caught beside me.

I turned around quickly.

Their hands dropped fast.

Their faces turned red as they looked away from my exposed breasts, then clearly realized looking away made it obvious they were trying not to look and then settled on staring at my face.

I crossed one arm over my chest awkwardly, covering my nipples the best way I could. “I saw two snow leopards from the roof,” I said. “It freaked me out. I lost my footing and fell against the concrete vent.”

Oxi’s eyes widened. “That is not how you phrase that.”

“How should I phrase it?”

“Maybe with the words I injured myself and need someone to check whether my shoulder is broken.”

“It’s not broken,” I assured them.

Mad winced as he looked at my shoulder, his fingers poking and prodding at it until he was certain. “Not broken or dislocated, but it is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“I’ve had worse,” I lied. I absolutely had not. It throbbed so badly I could feel it in my head.

Luck leaned back against the wall, shaking his head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?”

“You fall on the roof with undead snow leopards watching you and just casually mention it during bite check.” Luck pointed at me. “You did not have a successful roof trip.”

“No, I didn’t.” A laugh escaped me. It hurt my shoulder, and I immediately regretted it.

Mad’s expression softened, but his gaze remained worried. “We need to watch that bruise.”