I’d just hate fucked away my virginity to an asshole who couldn’t stand the sight of me.
What had I been thinking?
Silently, I scolded myself and considered my next move. I needed to pack my things and get out before Daze or Bobbitt showed up and tried to convince me to stay. And now, on top of everything, I needed to shower.
“Come on,” Revel said, jerking his head toward the back of the bus. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I blinked at him, my jaw falling slack. “That’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”
“I kind of do.” He gestured to his lower half, insinuating that he needed to wash off, too.
Shit.
Heat scorched my cheeks.
“Y-you can go, and I can wait,” I stammered, somehow horrified by the thought of showering with the alpha.
A bit late for modesty, Ari.
“You can walk yourself, or I can carry you there,” he said, his tone suddenly sharp. “Your choice.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, half tempted to play stubborn to see if he’d actually follow through on the threat.
But I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
With a huff, I marched past him toward the bathroom and heard him follow after a second later.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ARINA
“I can do that, you know.” I pouted in the corner while Revel turned on the shower.
In fact, I would have preferred to do it myself.
Not only was this semi-caring version of him off-putting, but I didn’t want his help. My head had cleared, and I was eager to get away from the alpha. Regardless of what happened between us, he was still an asshole, and I still hated him.
The sticky-sweet smell of candied apples filled the tiny space along with steam as the water heated, but it was easier to ignore my omega instincts now. The sexual tension was gone—mostly—and I no longer wanted him to grab me and pin me against a wall.
I’d been so determined to make him stay before, and now I just wanted space.
I needed to clear my head, to get control of my uncertain emotions.
I needed?—
“I didn’t ask,” he said. There was an edge to his voice, but he didn’t sound angry.
Without glancing in my direction, Revel opened a cabinet and pulled out towels and washcloths for both of us. Then, he hung them next to the shower’s sliding-glass door.
I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, doing my best to cover up. It didn’t matter—he’d already seen most of me—but the tiny bit of modesty brought me a shred of comfort.
The bathroom wasn’t large to begin with, but it was extra crowded with his broad form moving around. He was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
I watched as he retied his white braids with an elastic, tucking them into a bun, and the way his muscles flexed with every one of his movements. I tried to deny it before, but there was really no point. Revel was fucking gorgeous, built like a god from head to toe.
I froze when his pale blue eyes snapped in my direction and ignored the flutter in my stomach that followed.
Fucking annoying omega instincts…
