Jesus-Fucking-Christ!
-went back to glaring at the small woman even as he couldn’t help but wonder if enjoying water hot enough to forge metal was a sign of the devil.
“Wimp,” Kristen said, not bothering to open her eyes as he reached past her and lowered the temperature.
“You’re evil, did you know that?” Garrett asked, moving to squeeze shampoo into his hand only to be taken by surprise when Kristen plucked the bottle out of his hand.
“You made my life a living hell for six years and then, suddenly, you’re professing your undying love for me? I’m not buying it,” Kristen said, shaking her head as she squeezed shampoo into her hand.
“I don’t remember professing my undying love for you,” Garrett said, watching as she placed the bottle back on the shelf and gestured for him to lean down.
“It was implied,” she said as she tore a groan from him when she began working the shampoo through his hair.
Christ, that felt good, Garrett thought as he was forced to reach past her and press his hands against the wall as she slowly massaged his scalp. He’d never felt anything this good before, Garrett thought, praying that she never realized just how much power she had over him. He didn’t even want to think about just how quickly she’d break him if she ever figured it out.
“This whole thing feels like a badly written plotline,” Kristen said as she massaged his scalp with her incredibly talented fingertips, making it really fucking difficult to focus right now.
“Is this where I accept the fact that I’ve been caught, admit that I’m trying to lure you into a false sense of security to makeyou fall in love with me so that I can finally get the revenge that I’ve been waiting six years for?” Garrett asked, opening his eyes when he felt her fingers go still.
“Something like that,” Kristen murmured, dropping her hands away.
Never taking his eyes off her, Garrett dipped his head beneath the spray of hot water and rinsed his hair before he reached for the bottle of conditioner and-
“Tell me that you don’t love me,” he said when she plucked the bottle out of his hands and took over.
“I don’t know what I feel,” Kristen said after a slight hesitation as she made quick work of squeezing conditioner in her hand and setting to work, nearly bringing him to his knees as he struggled to bite back a groan.
“But you did at one time,” Garrett said, watching her as she worked her fingers through his hair.
“Once upon a time, I loved you more than anything,” she said with a sad smile that damn near broke his heart.
“And then I ruined everything,” Garrett said, dropping his head back beneath the spray of hot water as soon as she dropped her hands away.
“Yes, you did,” Kristen said, moving to grab the bottle of body wash off the shelf only to frown when he reached past her and turned the water off.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, only to panic when he reached for her.
“Amending the agreement.”
“That’s better,”the large bastard that decided to manhandle her said with a satisfied sigh as he shifted to get morecomfortable on the bed while she sat there, forced to share her displeasure at having her interrogation interrupted with a glare.
Just when they were getting somewhere, at least in her mind they were, the bastard turned the hot water off, threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the shower. Before she could do anything more than grumble, he was placing her on the bathroom sink counter, tossing a towel over her head and using that time to quickly dry off and pull a pair of gray boxer briefs on, which, if she was going to be honest, helped her focus.
That was followed by tossing her a clean shirt and closing his eyes while he waited for her to change. Once she did, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her back into his bedroom, where he readjusted her in his arms, dropped down on the bed and forced her to straddle his thighs, which she had to admit, made it easier with the glaring and all.
“Blanket, Auf deinen Platz,” he said, never taking his eyes off her seconds before the large golden retriever got off the bed and made his way across the room, where he settled down on what appeared to be a dog bed covered in a blanket.
“You’re going to leave me with no choice but to make you cry,” Kristen pointed out, ensuring that her glare never wavered as she followed that move up by folding her arms over her chest, ensuring that he knew just how close he was to getting the ultimate glare, the one that they both knew would destroy him.
“So fucking adorable,” Garrett said, reaching back to adjust the mound of pillows behind his back, the move causing her to shift a bit there, mutter to herself, and shift again to get more comfortable.
For a moment, she debated climbing off his legs, but since this worked for her, she was going to continue sitting here, glaring to her heart’s content. With that in mind, she said, “You were in the process of pissing me off,” as she gestured for him to get on with it.
“Well, since I won the game at the diner,” he drawled, making her eyes narrow.
“I believe I cheated at that game fair and square and was given the win,” Kristen said with a sniffle, making his lips twitch.
“Whatever you say, champ,” Garrett said, reaching up and playfully tapped her on the nose, further pissing her off and giving her one more reason to kick his ass one day.
