Page 48 of Conquering Conner
“Would’ve what?” I bite the words. Chew them up and spit them at her.
She frowns, aiming it at my shoulder. “I just—”
“I know.” I clamp a hand over her wrist to keep her hand from moving any lower. “You just want to help.” I use the hold I have on her to push her away, just enough so I can see her face. “I can undress myself, Henley—I’m crazy, not an invalid.”
Her dark brown eyes snap up at me. Her jaw juts out at that stubborn angle I’ve always found adorable and strangely arousing. She opens her mouth to say something—probably to argue with me—but she shuts it without saying a word. Pulling her wrist from my grasp, she takes a step back and turns away from me.
Again, I think she’s going to leave.
Again, she surprises me.
I stand here like an idiot while she makes her way to the shower, pulling open its heavy glass door to turn it on. She stands there quietly, her hand under the spray to gauge the temperature of the water. As soon as it’s satisfactory she turns and looks at me over her shoulder and gives me the same look she gave me the first time I saw her again.
What are you waiting for?
There’s a good chance none of this is even happening, right? It’s probable that I’ve gone completely batshit.
So, yeah.
What am I waiting for?
Jerking my pants and boxers off my hips and down my legs, I kick them into a corner and start my way toward the shower. Grabbing a clean towel from the stack I keep shelved above the toilet, I pull the shower door open and follow her in.