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I pulled open the shower door and leaned inside to turn the faucet handle. I grabbed the lever but froze without turning it.
The shower stall felt like it was closing in on me. I was dizzy, and the nausea was back. I forced myself to step away. I made it over to the sink, and I grabbed the edge of the counter as I sank down on my knees.
Still hanging on to the granite, I hung my head and gulped in air. I must’ve made some sort of noise, because Rory opened the door. “Ellis!” He rushed over and squatted down next to me. “What happened?”
“I—the shower—” I jerked my head toward it.
Rory looked over his shoulder at Shane, who leaned over Rory’s back and stared down at me in concern. “The shower scared you? Made you remember something?”
“I—sort of? Not really. It felt like... a trap.” My voice went down to a whisper on the last part.
Shane’s eyes shot to the shower, and he made a hissing noise. “The vampires—in their van—they had you in a metal box with a lock on it. Ms. Jackson had to rip the lock off so we could get you out.”
I shuddered. “I thought I was unconscious.”
Rory rubbed my back. “Um, maybe you were in and out. Okay, well, I’m sure Clementine will let us use another bathroom that has a tub.”
Shane nodded. “I’ll go check.” He started to straighten up.
“No! Wait. Please. Can you just... go in there with me? I want to try that first.” I had a shower stall at my house in Dallas. I didn’t want to live there anymore, but I might have to stay there while I got it ready to sell.
Rory and Shane eyed the shower stall, which, okay, wasn’t big enough for the three of us.
Shane walked over and reached inside to flip on the water. “How about one of us is in there with you and the other stands outside. We’ll pull you out if it gets too stressful.”
“Okay.” Rory seeing me naked suddenly wasn’t much of a concern in light of my issues with the shower stall. I let him help me stand up again.
Without ceremony, Shane pulled his t-shirt over his head and tugged off his boxer-briefs.
Rory muttered, “Fuck.”
Relieved to have something to smile about, I elbowed him. “Right? It’s all the landscaping he does.”
“Your turn.” Shane walked over and tugged on my boxers. I couldn’t decide if I was glad he wasn’t hard or embarrassed.
Once I was naked, he grabbed my hand and led me over to the shower stall. He checked the water temperature and got inside. Rory stood at my back and rubbed my shoulders. “You can do this.”
I glanced back at him. “How did I miss you getting undressed?” I gave him a thorough once-over, but even if I’d had my glasses I wasn’t in the right mindspace to appreciate his lean muscles, golden treasure trail, and sizeable dick. He was at least half-hard, which I decided was a compliment, though it might’ve been for Shane, who could turn anyone on all by himself.
“I’m sneaky that way.” He nudged me toward the shower stall.
I sucked in a deep breath and got in next to Shane. Rory held the door open. I didn’t enjoy the cool drafts of air, but it was better than being shut inside.
Shane and I couldn’t avoid touching each other, and I focused on where my skin brushed against his, which helped me not think about how small the box we were in really was.
Once we were both completely wet, I reached for the shampoo.
“Let me?” Shane intercepted my hand.
“Okay.”
He turned me so my back was toward him. I heard him set the bottle back on the little shelf, and then his hands were in my hair, massaging the shampoo into my scalp. I lifted my gaze to Rory’s. He gripped the frame of the shower door with one hand, and the edge of the glass wall with the other. His eyes burned into mine, and his cock was rock-hard.
“Ooooh, look,” Shane said into my ear. I felt his erection brush my ass cheek. “Rory likes what he sees.”
He tipped my head back to rinse out the shampoo. When he released me, I said, “Guys, I don’t think I’m....”
“Shh.” Shane wrapped his arms around my front. “A little blue balls won’t hurt us.” His reassurance came through our connection, but I still felt guilty.
