Page 14 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Nothingbut them.
“Are you okay?” he questions, a teasing tone in his voice. “You don’t have to wearany, just saying.”
I flush deeply and snatch them up. “Can you turn around?” I request, my eyes darting around us.
“There’s an ensuite,” Damien replies, pointing behind me. “And a spare toothbrush.”
I sigh my relief and nod, grabbing the shirt from the bed too. “Thanks.”
“If you decide you want a shower and need any help, let me know,” he adds, winking.
I open my mouth to respond but don’t trust my words—and god, when did I get this awkward? I’m not usually like this around men. But something about Damien just blows my brain.Instead, I hurry into the bathroom, locking it behind me.
My hands tremble as I pull my sweater over my head, letting it drop to the tiled floor. The bathroom is luxurious, all deep gray tiles and fluffy white towels. The shower is huge, and I can’t help but notice there’s enough room for two.
Maybe even three.
Or four.
That’s it, time for bed!
I pull his shirt on, almost drooling at his manly scent as it covers my curves. It’s not too tight, thank god, but it does hug my breasts a little. I’m used to not fitting in men’s clothes, though, and yank the bottoms on, staring at how long they are. I practically pull them up to my chest, and they’re still too long, even when I try rolling them over my waist.
Fuck.
The shirt reaches just under my panties, so I could bypass the bottoms.
I close my eyes and wonder once more if this is really happening to me.
Fuck it, I’ll leave the bottoms. I’m too tired to care.
But as I reach for the door handle, a small voice in my head whispers a warning:Nothing about tonight is going to be restful.
And I think, deep down, I already know that.
6
ARIA
The door opens to a softly lit room, and I suck in a breath at the sight of a shirtless Damien gazing at me from the left side of the bed.
Holy shit.
The air leaves my lungs. Damien is all hard muscle and tanned skin, his abs defined, his shoulders broad. The warm glow from the bedside lamp makes it worse—or better—I don’t even know anymore.
I should look away. I should not be standing here like a rabbit in headlights.
But then his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s decidingexactlywhat to do with me.
His lips curl, eyes darkening.
“Get into bed, Aria.”
My legs obey, though they feel shaky beneath me.
I cross the room too quickly, too eager to follow his command—and I hate that he knows it.
The sheets are cool as I slide in; then exhaustion hits me. The room is warm—warmer than I expected—but the wind howlsagainst the cabin, rattling the windows. I shiver, curling into myself.
