“Out of my sight, monster,” I groaned before she could ask me to have a sit up competition next.
“Shower with me?” she asked, sounding coy.
Well, that was one way to get me up. Apparently I hadn’t lostallmy strength as I was able to carry her up the stairs to my room with no problems. She just laughed in my arms the whole way there.
Unfortunately, as soon as we landed upstairs she promptly remembered that showers were‘a lot less sexy when you actually had to wash yourself,’according to her. I couldn’t have cared less but gave her her space and waited my turn as she washed her “light jog” away. And when she appeared in the doorway like an angel with blooming steam around her, she told me to go ahead and wash up while she braided her hair.
“I left the water on for you, so it’ll be warm,” she added as she passed me in a towel only.
I wrapped my arm around her middle, kissing her shoulder before she could get by me. “You’re an angel, thank you.”
Famous last words.
One foot in the shower and I felt like my skin was being melted off my bones.
“Holy fuck!” I yelled, jumping straight out of the scalding hot water.
“What! What?” She was frantic as she ran into the steamy room. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Alta that water is a million degrees! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Coming to a stop in the middle of the bathroom she looked at me with wide, wide eyes. I must have looked crazy, my eyes peeled open with shock as I stood in front of her butt-ass naked with nothing but my hands covering my junk. But my skin was still cooking from her hot-ass shower, so frankly I didn’t give a shit.
Another second passed, maybe two.
Then, all at once, she crumbled into a fit of laughter. Her loud giggles bouncing off the acoustics of the bathroom like a cackling taunt. I swear she laughed so hard there must have been tears in her eyes.
“It’s not funny! Please tell me you aren’t showering in that shit,” I grumbled.
She didn’t answer;couldn’tthrough all her laughter. She did get closer though, coming up right under me and latching onto my body. I think she was trying to rub soothingly at my skin but again, she was laughing too hard to do anything properly.
I glared. “You are an evil little thing, I swear to God.”
“I wasjustan angel!” she said.
“Yeah well, I take it back.”
“Showers are meant to be taken in hot water, Harp,” she giggled. “Of course it’s hot.”
I shook my head. “Not like that. That shit was like lava. My skin is dissolving.”
She continued to laugh, patting at my arms again. “Aw.Sana, sana pobrecito.”
My gaze slanted on her. “I have no clue what you just said, but it sounded condescending.”
Her grin was the only answer I needed. “Sana is just part of an old saying telling you to get well.”
“And the other part?”
“General translation: poor baby.”
I glowered and her reaction was to laugh again. She was just havingso muchfun. And as her eyes landed on my hands, she threw her head back and howled. “Why are you holding yourself like that? I’ve seen it already!”
“Not in this vulnerable state, you haven’t.”
“Lo siento,” she said between soft chuckles, though they were starting to subside. The next thing I knew she was peeking up at me sweetly, the old Alta back after her devilish stint. Catching my eye, she raised an eyebrow. “Know what that means?”
I shook my head, and she smiled softly. “It means, I’m sorry.”
