It was hard to think through the haze of anxiety, but something about his resolve hooked me. Our faces were still so close, I could count the few freckles on the bridge of his nose.
“Do you trust me, Skye?”
Did I trust him?
This man and I had been through so much together. We were little more than kids when we’d fallen in love, but that time with Fox had been some of the best of my life. They were years that made me…and they were years that broke me.
I had been away from Fox for almost as long as I had known him, but as I stared into his silver-flecked gray eyes, I couldn’t imagine trusting any other human being more.
“With my life,” I breathed.
He nodded once, and then we were moving.
Fox ripped back the shower curtain with one hand and stepped inside. I had no idea what he was doing, whatwewere doing, but when I looked up into his face, there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
“I’ve got you,” he promised.
I nodded.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.
I didn’t know how this was going to help, but I did as I was told. Anything to get myself out of this attack, to distract from it.
He pulled back slightly, and his lips pressed against my forehead in a soft, quick kiss.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he reiterated. “But lift your face toward the ceiling.”
I frowned, even more confused. But again, I did what I was told.
“Good,” Fox said, encouragingly.
A few silent beats passed, and I was about to ask what he was doing when the sudden sound of running water filled the air—followed a moment later by a blast of ice-cold water straight to my face.
My lungs seized for a split second before I gasped, face scrunching tight against the spray of water. My muscles locked, the cold stinging my skin. I tried to jerk back, but Fox’s arms were firm around me, holding me there.
“Shit!” I finally yelped, my breath returning in full force. I shook my head, breathing heavy through the cold.
My eyes caught his, and then I glanced up at the shower head directly above us. Fox was unyielding as a statue in a winter storm. He was under the cold spray too, water droplets rolling from his dark, shaggy hair and lashes, down his lips and chin.
He looked beautiful.
“Sorry,” he said,voice low.
I wouldn’t have been able to hear it if we weren’t so close. I swallowed. “What was that?” My skin was going numb under the freezing water. I had no idea tap water could feel so ice-cold.
“How do you feel?” His brows lowered, his eyes roaming my face, assessing.
I swallowed. My heart was still racing, but all I was focused on now was the shower. The cold. The fact that I was in the arms of Fox Ramsey and soaking wet.
My mouth fell open, stunned. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but the anxiety that had me in a vise a few minutes ago was gone.
I sucked in a breath, not even caring I almost swallowed a mouthful of water.
“Better,” I said, my chest loosening.
He gave me a half grin that conveyed both relief and a bit of exhaustion. “I’m glad.”
“How did you know how to do that?”
