She could only imagine what that must have been like. Their families were both such affectionate groups. Every gathering started and ended with absurd amounts of hugging that would probably be overwhelming to other people. But to the Guiterrezes and the Galanises, hugs and kisses were normal. To have that taken away and replaced by aggression couldn’t have been easy.
She hated thinking about what he must have gone through over the past year. She wanted nothing more than to take care of him. Hold him in her arms and tell him they would be okay. That they would figure a way out of this. How could he ever have thought that she would have abandoned him? Maybe this is all they would ever be, but she’d never leave him. Never again.
Her gaze focused on her fingers swirling through his hair before she finally snapped out of it.
“Okay, time to rinse,” she said, leaning back.
Without another word, he dunked again, but this time she looked away so as not to tempt herself with another glance.
“Good?” he said, popping out and wiping his face.
“Good.”
“All right, I’m going to get out if you want to turn around.”
“I’ll grab you a towel,” she said, walking over to the drying rack on the wall.
But when she turned back, there Theo was, rising from the tub with his backside to her. Fuck, even his ass looked good. Water clung to every part of his body. What Dani wouldn’t do to lick each droplet off.
“Damn, Theo,” she said.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, starting to squat back into the tub, “I didn’t think you’d turn around.”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, damn, Theo, you’ve got a nice ass,” she said, handing him the towel andthenturning around.
He laughed. “Thanks, Juicy. I guess it’s only fair that you’ve seen mine now, too.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t seeallof my ass.”
“Close enough.”
His words set fire to her cheeks.
“Well, I…uh…” Suddenly she was at a loss for words. Her mind jumped all over the place, picturing his ass, his cock, his hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her closer. Oh God. This was not the time for horniness.
Their night together before he left flashed in her mind again. A fuzzy memory of the two of them on the couch. His hand grazing her cheek, brushing away a tear. Oh fuck. What had she said? What happened that night? Why couldn’t she remember it all?
Suddenly the room started spinning around her. Memories from that evening coming at her in bits and pieces. The words on Theo’s side flashed in her mind: Π?ντα ?σουν εσ?.
“You okay?” he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.
When had he gotten out of the tub? She scanned him, standing in the middle of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, and that fucking water still clinging to his skin.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” she said, holding her forehead in her hand. “I think I stood up too fast. I’m gonna go lie down,” she said, thumbing toward the bedroom.
“Here, let me help you.” He wrapped his hand around her waist, guiding her back to the bedroom.
His impossibly wide fingers spread across her stomach as they shuffled into the other room. They moved silently across the floor, placing her on the bed. Once she was settled in, he backed away.
“I’m gonna go finish getting ready for bed,” he said.
“Okay.”
He started to walk away when she called out for him. “Hey, Theo,” she said.
“Yeah?”
She hesitated for a moment, debating her next words. “You…you can sleep in the bed. With your shoulder, I mean. You probably shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
