Page 95 of Monster

I didn’t know where to look.

This was the first time I had seen him naked, and he was everything I had expected him to be.

I turned away and closed my eyes, eliciting a small laugh from his lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Saving water. Don’t you know California is going through a bit of a drought right now? We’re supposed to conserve water.”

I turned my head back and shot him a scathing look. “Then don’t shower.”

He laughed, his large hand drifting down his hard stomach and lower down—

I quickly turned back around.

“Are you getting shy with me now?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

I gritted my teeth. “I am not.”

“Then why don’t you look at me, wildcat?” he asked, his voice a hell of a lot closer than it was before.

I took a deep breath and turned around, keeping my gaze leveled on his chest.

I didn’t want to look up to see his eyes, but I didn’t want to look down and look at his—I swallowed—hisdick.

Dominic reached over and grabbed a shampoo bottle, squirted a good amount in his hand, and slowly massaged it into my hair. I could only stand there, a part of me wanting to pull away, to protest and tell him I could do this myself. The other part…

I liked the feel of his hands on my scalp.

My eyes tracked up his body, from soft lips surrounded by day-old stubble to his strong nose, and eyes that were no longer looking at me—

Until he was.

My breath caught.

He didn’t look away as he continued to clean me, and I wondered what he was thinking when he did these sorts of things for me.

Feeding me, cleaning me—taking care of me.

I should resent all of that.

I was…

Feeling so goddamned emotional, I didn’t know what to think anymore.

He directed my head under the water, meticulously washing away the shampoo.

We were silent as he continued to wash me, then himself, before we both got out of the shower. We toweled dry and got ready for the morning.

I secured the towel around myself, looking down at the floor. I had resisted all morning to not see him naked, then I got mad, thinking he didn’t give me the same consideration. At this point, he probably knew my body more intimately than I knew myself.

I looked at his cock.

Then quickly looked away when it twitched, causing Dominic to laugh and me to blush so red, I could be mistaken for an Airhead candy balloon.

He wrapped a towel around his hips, his muscles straining every time he moved and his upper body tattoo on full display.

I peeked over at him at the other sink while we brushed our teeth, but he seemed content not to say anything.

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