Page 223 of His White Moonlight
“What’s there is fine,” I said, stepping out of the closet.
He watched me grab my clothes from the bed and look in the bag.It was filled with underwear.Lacy, skimpy, sexy underwear.
“I asked Sandy to wash what Mom bought you yesterday,” Bennett said, his voice once again rough.
Tearing my gaze from what was in the bag, I looked at him.
“Where's my other underwear?”
His face grew red.
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” he said.
I stared at him, letting my imagination play out.Upset and needing my scent, he’d gone for my underwear while still in his fur and accidentally ripped it all.Or…he’d trashed everything in my closet because he’d been mad.Or…he knew he was letting me go and hoarding his scent collection.
“Yeah, no matter what answer you give me, I think I’m going to be upset about it.So let’s pretend I didn’t go in there and that my mom isn’t so clueless about me that she bought thongs.”
Reaching into the bag, I sorted through my options and withdrew the most modest pair.Then, I closed myself in the bathroom.
Showering while keeping my arm out of the water wasn’t too hard since I wasn’t washing my hair.Drying off was a little harder with just one hand.I briefly tried using my other hand but learned quickly that wasn’t a good idea.
By the time I tugged myself into my clothes, my arm was throbbing again.
“I hope you’re standing out there with an ice pack for me,” I said as I opened the door.
He was.
Greedy, I took the ice pack and set it over the bandage.The relief was almost immediate.
He stepped behind me and picked up my brush to start detangling the damp ends of my hair.I let him work without looking at him.If I met his gaze, I knew I’d question what happened to my underwear.
“Are you mad?”he asked after a prolonged silence.
“You already know I’m not.You’d smell it.”
“Sometimes you’re really good at hiding what you’re feeling.”
“Well, I’m not mad.I’m honestly trying not to overthink anything like why you were in my shower instead of your own and why you smelled like Konni.It’s not my business.”
The brush paused in my hair.“Because I’m not your business?”
“Because I have enough on my plate,” I said diplomatically.“Stitches.Bitches.Staying out of ditches.I’m not sure how much more my plate will carry without tipping over.So what you do with Konni can’t be my business.”
I met his gaze in the mirror, catching his hurt look.
“Why you were in my shower is borderline my business as long as it doesn’t add to my plate.”
“It smells like you.”
“If you wanted to smell me, why didn't you get into bed with me?”
“Because then it would have smelled like him.”
“Ah,” I said, understanding that he would not have been okay if I or my bed had smelled like Konni.“Are you going to be okay in the office today without Miranda?”
“Yeah.”He started brushing again.“Will you stay with me tomorrow?”
“Sure.I don’t think I’ll be able to do much, though.I tried using my hand to dry off, and that’s why I needed an ice pack.”
