She quickly downed them both, and then placed the glass on the marble counter.
“Let’s go get a shower,” I told her.
She got to her feet. I stripped her out of her bra and shorts, and then took off my pants and underwear. I threw our clothes in the washer before switching it on.
Zaira’s lips spread into a funny smile. “Abs…” She began running her hands up and down my stomach, which made my dick harden shamelessly.
I chuckled and wrapped my fingers around her wrists. “Not now.” I pulled her into the shower with me.
She blinked. “Do you think envelopes moan when we lick them?” she asked.
My brows creased on their own. “What?” I turned on the faucet and grabbed her shampoo bottle from behind her.
“What?” She tilted her head to the left as she stepped under the showerhead. Her eyes were clearer than a few minutes ago, which was progress.
I watched, with a slightly unsteady breathing, as water cascaded down the swell of her breasts, her dark nipples, and then onto the rest of her body. I wanted to follow its path with my fingers and watch Zaira’s reactions to it, but I knew I couldn’t touch her like that.
Frustrated with my situation, I pushed my hair back with a wet hand and shook my head. “Nothing,” I answered her question. “Turn around.”
She did. “Gallan?”
“Yup.”
“How drunk is too drunk?” she asked.
I put my tongue to my cheek. “Too drunk is too drunk.”
“Do you think I would survive against a horde of zombies?” she asked next.
I wasspeechlessat the utter randomness of her questions.
“Uh…”
“Actually, don’t answer that.” She chuckled. “I have the survival skills of a bunny on cocaine, so there’s no chance I’d make it.”
I laughed. “God, you’re the best.”
She remained silent as I washed her hair and body, and when I asked her to turn around again, she smiled and dragged a lazy finger down my throat. “You’re so…” She licked her lips. “So…tempty-tempty.”
My lips twitched. “You mean tempting?”
She clicked her tongue and grinned at me. “Nooooo.Tempty.”
I laughed once more. Unable to reign myself in, I then wrapped my arms around her waist. Under the lights in her bathroom, with no makeup on her face and a carefree expression illuminating her soft features, Zaira looked like the most stunning thing I’d ever seen.
She was like a complex and eye-catching mosaic of emotions. With every shift, every action, and every word, she showed her dimensions and singularity to me. And God, was I crazy about every inch of her personality.
“Look at my nails.” She brought one of her hands in front of my face. “They broke when I was doing dishes the other day. They’re so short now that I’ve had to file them.” She sighed and moved her hand back before staring at it. “I don’t know why I painted them navy. They look like short and round blue potatoes.” She glanced at me. “Have you ever thought of nails as potatoes, Gallan?”
That woman wasn’t a human being, that much was clear. She was some other species entirely – one unknown to man.
“Gallan?”
I looked at her. “Hmm?”
“Can I wash your hair?”
I grinned. “Of course you can.”
