I almost call Mom.
“This and that is not a meal! You need proper food.”
“I eat enough,” he says, sounding almost defensive.
At his place, Caspian stacks the lasagnas in the fridge.
I hover at the counter, hands shoved in my pockets, trying not to stare at the reassuring flex of his forearms.
He closes the fridge.
“Are you hungry?” he asks. His voice is low and calm, making me feel shy all of a sudden.
I shake my head.
“Thirsty?”
“A li—little.”
He pours a glass of water and hands it to me, his fingers brushing mine on purpose.
His gaze keeps me pinned.
I gulp down the water, my heart drumming.
I open my mouth to apologize for crossing every possible line but he speaks first.
“I think it’s time for that shower.”
My pulse spikes.
“Wh—what?”
“The shower you mentioned.”
His gaze lowers briefly to my mouth, then returns to my eyes.
“The one you said you needed because you’re—” A pause.
“Horny.”
Heat floods my neck.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to watch.”
My head feels light.
He steps closer. He doesn’t touch me, but I can feel the heat radiating from him.
“You can say no,” he says quietly. “Always. To anything.”
I look at his face, trying to figure out what he expects from me.
“What do you want me to do?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulls me in and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want.”
