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“I’ll scrub it out of them. You can wear some of my spare clothing while they dry.”
Figuring it wasn’t worth an argument—and not hating the idea of feeling and smelling Remmo’s clothes on my skin—I just nodded.
His eyes followed me as I crossed the room, and even when I shut the door to the bathroom behind me, I felt like his gaze was still on my skin.
Being just friends was going to be really damn rough.
I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the shower, glancing over my shoulder at the door. Though I was kind of itching to slip my fingers between my thighs and relieve some of the pressure there, I was pretty sure some remnant of the scent would linger, somewhere. Either on me, or in the bathroom.
And if the scent was there, Remmo would find it.
Which was why I hadn’t tried anything, in the time we’d spent together.
My imagination had run a bit wild in my showers at the Stronghold, but this wasn’t the Stronghold. And if I was going to tell Remmo that I expected us to be nothing but friends, I couldn’t get myself off in his bathroom three minutes later.
Ididhave morals.
Slipping into the shower, I groaned as the hot water rained down on my skin.
It felt so damn good.
Even if my morals prevented me from getting off, I could sure as hell enjoy a hot shower.
When I stepped back out,Remmo was sprawled out on the couch. His body was relaxed, and his scent flooded the air deliciously. He’d put on a soft-looking pair of sweats, and I tried not to pay attention to the tent in them, because it would totally turn me on.
A pair of clothes were folded and sitting neatly on the floor outside the bathroom door. I murmured a thank you as I grabbed them and stepped back inside.
He’d seen me naked enough times that modesty was pretty pointless, but now that I knew what we were to each other, I knew I needed to be more careful. I didn’t want to hurt him, after all.
His white long-sleeved button-up draped over my body, falling to the middle of my thighs as I tugged it into place. It was much more comfortable than it looked, surprisingly. I pressed the soft fabric to my nose as I inhaled.
A groan escaped me when the scent of Remmo, embedded so damn deeply into the fabric, filled my lungs.
How could I have ever thought the way he smelled to me was anything other than a sign of our connection?
A pair of pants still remained on the ground, but I knew those things would be way too big for me, so I didn’t bother.
I debated putting the panties from my fae dress back on, but decided against it. Going commando felt kinda scandalous, and that made my blood hot.
Opening the door, I peeked my head out. “What should I wash the clothes with? Just soap?”
“Soap will work,” Remmo agreed, though his voice sounded a bit raspy. And when I followed his gaze, I found my nipples saluting him through the semi-sheer fabric. They were not only pointy, but a hell of a lot darker than the fabric, so he could definitely see them.
I stepped back into the bathroom, grinning to myself.
This was even more scandalous.
I should’ve wanted to keep things squeaky clean. I should’ve been acting like a damn saint.
But I didn’t think I even possessed either of those settings, so screw that.
I’d embrace the scandal, and see what happened.
Thirteen
Remmo’s eyestracked me as I walked to the couch, my dress hanging up in the bathroom. I plopped down on the opposite side of the furniture from him, and held a hand out for a journal.
Silently, he gave me one.
