Page 67 of Death Warden
It was new but I wasn’t about to argue. The damned thing had failed the blizzard test, and in Frostgate that meant everything.
The room was small, carpeted, with a queen-size bed. I tugged the helmet off; at least the top of my head was dry.
Curo unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off before reaching for mine. I was too numb from cold to protest as he peeled off the outer layers. “Fucking hell, you’re soaked through.” He tugged my top over my head as my teeth began to chatter in earnest.
“I can do it.” I hurried to the bathroom and kicked off my shoes. My socks were stuck to my feet.
“Dammit, Adi, let me help. I promise I won’t look at your bits.”
“Fuck it, fine.”
My numb fingers were pretty much useless right now.
He stripped off my socks and tugged my jeans down my legs, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
When he had me down to my underwear, he turned the shower on. The cubicle was filled with steam in minutes.
“Get in. I’ll find you some dry clothes.”
He retreated and closed the door behind him.
I fumbled with my bra, managing to unhook it on the fifth try, quickly peeled off my knickers, and then stepped into the blessed hot spray.
Thank you, Curo.
* * *
I lay backon the bed wrapped in a towel, body lethargic and pleasantly warm from the shower.
The blizzard was still raging outside. Would it calm down in time for our night out? The door opened but I didn’t have the will to sit up.
“They’re drying your clothes for you,” Curo said.
The bed dipped as he lay down beside me. “Feel better?”
“So much better. Thank you.”
A shadow fell over me as he propped himself up to look down at me. His silver locks, damp at the ends, fell forward, and his dark lashes swept down as his gaze fell to my lips.
“You’re all rosy and flushed.” He touched my cheek lightly with cool fingers.
“The shower was nice and hot.” My voice came out as an intimate whisper.
“I wonder…does that flush cover your whole body.”
He hooked a finger at the top of my towel and ran it back and forth, his gaze locking with mine in challenge.
I arched a brow.
He wouldn’t dare.
He tugged and my heart lurched as the material loosened but held.
He bit his bottom lip. “Oops.”
He was toying with me, trying to get a reaction. Well, he could try, but it wasn’t going to affect me.
“You don’t mind me touching you?” he asked.
