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“I want to take a shower,” I told Dax, gesturing to the side of the room. Another pair of double barn doors stood open there, revealing my gorgeous white and green bathroom. I’d tried not to make it too feminine, in hopes that I’d meet a guy soon, but it was still pretty girly.
“Wow.” Dax eyed my shower, and then my tub. “How many people can fit in there?”
“Eh, probably four in the shower. I have no intention of testing that theory, though.” I flashed him a slightly uncertain look.
Was he into that?
I wasn’t into that.
A growl escaped him. “Fuck, no.”
Phew.
I continued, “Probably five or six in the tub, if I wanted. I had it designed after one in a fantasy book I loved, and it’s a dream tub. I can sit in there and read for hours—the water even cycles, so it never gets cold.”
“Damn.”
“Let me guess, you’re not a bath guy?” I teased him lightly, trying to extricate myself from his grip. He didn’t budge though, and shit, his arm was buff.
“Not really.”
Yeah, didn’t think so.
“You’d have to shower with me to keep me upright and all, so I think I’m just going to slip into the tub for a bit. The TVs in here and the living room are connected to the tablets on the shelves beneath them, and really easy to work, so you can just get comfortable while I wash up.”
“I’m not leaving you in here alone,” he said bluntly. “Your health declines rapidly when we’re not touching.”
I scowled up at him. “What are you going to do, climb in the tub with me?”
“If I have to.” He stared back, his eyes full of challenge.
My temper flared, but I bit back a growl and decided to go another route.
He was a virgin, and I’d never heard of werewolves watching porn, so he’d probably never seen a naked woman before. If he had, he probably never had in person. And I was no stunner, but other than the skinniness that accompanied nearly dying, I was healthy and had curves.
“Go ahead,” I shot back. When I tried to step away from him that time, he let me.
His eyes were still full of challenge, and… maybe interest.
I’d changed into a pair of sweatpants, a loose tee, and a sports bra before leaving the hospital. Tea had helped me, so Dax hadn’t seen me naked, other than whatever he’d seen while I was unconscious and my hospital gown was open. It wasn’t like that was really a good look for me, though.
My shirt went over my head. Though my body felt heavier and achier without being in contact with Dax, I ignored it.
Dax stripped his shirt off too—but unlike me, he wasn’t wearing a bra, of course. His bare, chiseled abdomen about made me drool.
I couldn’t let him one-up me, so I stripped my bra over my head, and dropped it to the ground.
His eyes dipped to my chest, and lingered. They practically burned my body.
I stepped out of my sweats next, dropping my panties with them.
Boom.
Victory.
Turning, I took the two steps to the bathtub and slipped in, sitting on the ledge as I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up.
Clothing rustled behind me, and I ignored the warmth blossoming in my lower half.
