Page 104 of Ensnared
He freezes. “You’re tired.” He closes his eyes. “I forget that about humans. Of course you are.”
“Yes,” I say.
He releases my hand, looking down a little longingly. “Go right ahead.”
But when I turn, he follows me, just a step behind. “What are you—” I frown.
“You were injured today,” he says. “It was a long, exhausting day.”
I nod.
“The last time you were injured, you slept better with me present.”
A shiver runs through me at that memory. “Yes, well, I’m not sure?—”
“You’ll sleep better this time, too.”
“I need to shower,” I say. “I’m filthy.”
He nods, as if that’s just fine and he sees no reason to duck out or leave me alone.
“Humans don’t shower together,” I say, blushing furiously.
“They don’t?” He frowns. “I’m sure that in some of the video transmissions we saw?—”
Movies. He means movies. “Not unless they’re. . .” I close my eyes. “Together.”
“We’re together.” When I open my eyes, he’s simply staring at me in confusion.
“We’re not together like that,” I say. “That’s for people who are in love.”
“Show me,” he says.
“Axel.”
He smiles. “I still like it.”
He’s like a golden retriever right now, impossible to shake. Maybe I’m handling it wrong. I grab his wrist and drag him into the room and close the door, pressing him up against it.
His eyes widen and he stiffens, but he doesn’t stop me or say a word.
“If we were together,” I say, “this would have a lot of meaning.”
“Meaning?”
“I’d be pressing you against the door because you were invited to spend the night with me.”
He blinks.
“Then I’d peel this off.” I unsheathe the swords one at a time, and I unbuckle the straps holding them on. Then I unbutton my shirt, peeling it off, leaving only a camisole covering my bra.
His eyes widen and his head dips. “What is that?”
I can’t help my smile. He’s staring at the outline of my bra. “It’s—” I can’t help laughing.
“What?” His eyes come back up to mine.
This is totally not working. “I’m going to shower. You better be gone when I’m done.”
