Page 29 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“Clove?” Liam called out.

“Still Sage,” I mumbled back. “Just a minute.”

I dunked my head beneath the water to rinse the sweat from my hair. There was no shampoo or any other soap on the ledge of the tub, so I gave up on washing my hair and unplugged the drain.

Everything spun some more when I slipped out of the tub, so I sat on the edge with my eyes closed for a minute.

Liam knocked again. “What’s going on?”

“Just drying off,” I lied.

He waited while I sat for another minute. After I grabbed the towel and finally wrapped it around myself, I opened the door. I’d been able to see into the empty closet from the bathtub, so the towel was all I had. I wasn’t putting sweaty clothes back on.

“You’re steaming again,” I murmured, slipping past him.

My entire front brushed his arm, but the towel prevented skin-on-skin contact. He was shirtless, and though I wasn’t sure why, I wasn’t about to ask.

He muttered something like, “Usually am when it comes to you.”

I ignored the comment. Mostly because I was absolutely exhausted, and not positive I hadn’t imagined it.

“Did Harvey bring the clothes Bailey gave me?” I asked.

“No. I need to make a trip for them.”

I walked into the kitchen. When I saw the two boxes of food sitting on the counter, I plopped down in front of one of them, still holding the towel.

“Here.” Liam put a bundle of fabric on the counter beside my food before taking the seat next to mine.

Unfolding the fabric, I stared down at the t-shirt he’d been wearing earlier. Unlike mine, it wasn’t damp.

“You don’t sweat,” I said.

“No.”

Because he steamed.

Lucky bastard.

I pulled the shirt over my head and let the towel fall to my hips. The shirt would cover me completely, but I was already sitting on the towel, and far too lazy to lift my ass at the moment. “Thanks, Steam.”

“Yeah.”

I opened my box and dug into my food, but Liam’s stayed closed. When I was halfway through mine, I finally looked over at him.

His ears were slightly red, and he was steaming much more than usual.

“What?” I asked, holding a french fry halfway to my mouth.

“Nothing.”

I gave him a dead-panned stare and popped the fry in.

He watched me chew.

His ears went redder, and he shifted slightly in his seat.

“Are you always like this?” I asked.

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