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I nodded again, all thought taken up with Valen being in my bathroom. “Okay.”
“You two need–”
“Leave,” Valen growled.
“Okay, Mr Bossy! Text me when you’re done, Harlow,” she said, then I heard the bedroom door shut.
Valen and I stared at each other for too many heart beats.
I had too many questions fighting for space in my head.
“What are you doing here?” I finally asked him.
That seemed to break whatever spell he was under. “Why is the shower running and you’re not wet?”
I scoffed and muttered to myself as I picked myself off the floor, “Trust me, I’m wet.”
But he obviously heard. “You could be wetter.” By the cheeky tone in his voice, he meant that in all the ways it was possible to mean it.
I looked at him. “How would you know?”
He stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him all the while never taking his eyes off my face. He looked conflicted for the first time since I’d met him all those years ago.
“What?” I asked him, suddenly concerned he was dying.
“Apollo…” He didn’t seem to be able to say the words.
I looked at the floor. “He told you?”
“Yeah.” His scoff was anything but humoured.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“In his words, he had you screaming his name, seeing stars, and he doubted you’d be walking for a week.”
The idea that Apollo had gone into that much detail, with Valen of all people, almost made me laugh. Almost.
The idea of what Valen would say – or do – now knowing I’d broken his one rule kinda put a dampener on my humour. No matter if I thought it was a stupid rule, that I hadn’t agreed to it, or that it wasn’t really any of Valen’s business, I couldn’t lie to him when faced with the…accusation. As it were.
“If you want me to say I didn’t–”
He took another step towards me, put his hand under my chin and tilted my face to his. “He might please you, but I’m just going to have to do it better,” he said gruffly.
Relief flooded me.
As he looked in my eyes, his softened.
“What?” he said gently.
I bit my lip, feeling suddenly foolish. “I thought you’d be angry.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m not...angry.”
I lay my hand on his chest. “You’re…something.” He wouldn’t be here in my bathroom if he wasn’t…something.
He nodded. “I’m something.”
“Jealous?” I teased.
