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“Neither.”
“You really should try to sleep. The body heals with sleep.”
He grunted and continued to watch me, looking far too alert.
“What if I brush your hair for you? That put me right to sleep last night.”
“Yes. My brush is over there.” He glanced at a dresser and watched me cross the room to fetch it.
“Where can I sit that won’t hurt you?”
His lips curved slightly.
“You can sit anywhere. You won’t hurt me.”
This time I snorted.
“I’m tempted to sit on your chest and prove otherwise.”
His eyes changed from one heartbeat to the next. His vertically slitted pupils ballooned to circles, nearly obliterating his pale green irises.
“Sitting on my chest would cause discomfort but more pleasure than pain.” He moved his arms away from his sides. “Come try it.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
I shookmy head at Vorx and his ridiculous suggestion to sit on him.
“When Turik said this—” I gestured at myself, “—would distract you, I didn’t believe him. But all you fey only have one thing on your minds, don’t you?”
The moment I leaned forward to join him on the bed, his gaze dropped to my breasts. My B cups didn’t move a lot in general, but apparently, dangle mode was an over-the-top awesome way to display them. And after the months of abuse I’d endured, the appreciative way Vorx simply watched me was a balm to my soul.
As soon as I settled near his head, I picked up a length of his still-damp hair and started brushing. While the room slowly filled with the scent of dinner, Vorx’s pupils returned to their normal size, and his eyelids began to droop. I kept it up until my arms grew tired and his eyes finally closed.
Smiling slightly, I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead.
When I straightened, I glimpsed Turik in the doorway and lifted my fingers to my lips to indicate he should be quiet. He didn’t say anything as I carefully eased off the bed and returned the brush to Vorx’s dresser, but there was definite heat in Turik’s gaze when I joined him in the hallway and mostly closed Vorx’s door.
Again, I didn’t mind the look. No, I basked in it.
“Maybe we should keep his dinner warm and let him sleep for a while,” I said softly.
Turik grunted and led the way to the kitchen.
“How are you?” I asked. “Anything hurting after all that running and carrying?”
“No. I have no pain.”
Yet, even as he said that, he rubbed his hand over his chest like he did.
“Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, he gestured to the plates that waited on the kitchen island. Only two. He must have known Vorx would want to sleep first.
“Do you want to eat here or in the living room?” I asked. “We could watch a movie if you’re not tired.”
It was still early, and since I hadn’t been the one to do all the running, I wasn’t ready to turn in yet. I also wanted to stay close enough to Vorx to hear if he woke up and needed anything.
“We can do whatever you’d like. I’m not tired.”
