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“Maybe we take a shower instead.”
I wasn’t going to argue; I wasn’t capable of many words at the moment. So after a quick dry of our legs so we didn’t get water all over the floor, we went to the large shower.
“We need to wash the burns, but with just soap and water. After we get out, we put the ointment on and rewrap it.”
I watched as he carefully removed the bandages. He was stunning in everything he did, and that wasn’t the haze of lust talking. I’d thought Finch was beautiful from the second he’d walked into the ER room.
He washed me carefully, tenderly. It was as if love flowed through him and into me. Finch was the easiest person, fae, to love. How could his father want to destroy someone so amazing?
After I was washed, he told me to get out and dry but not to touch my arm, that he’d clean himself fast and be out to help.
I did as instructed and watched him as I sat on the toilet, drying my legs. He bent and scrubbed, humming as he did. I thought I knew the tune but wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter.
The water shut off and I reached for a towel, opening it for him as he got out.
“Thank you.”
He dried and wrapped it around his waist.
“Let’s get that arm taken care of.”
“Yeah, because I’m not very tired for sleep, but I want to get you in bed.”
He chuckled all the way out of the en suite into my bedroom.
“Where are the bandages?”
“Oh damn, downstairs in the plastic bag the hospital had me come home with.”
He waved me off when I went to get it. “Get comfortable—I know where they are.”
He secured the towel to his waist and walked out of the room. Normally, I slept in boxers or sleep pants, but right now I wanted to be naked with Finch wrapped in my arms.
A couple of minutes later he reappeared, bag hanging on his wrist and two glasses of water.
“Gotta stay hydrated.” He placed one glass on my side of the bed and the other on his.
As soon as he dropped his towel, I moved to the door to close and lock it.
“Don’t look at me like that, Easton. You want to touch me; let me wrap your hand.”
Eagerly I rushed to the bed and sat. “I’ll do anything you ask of me if it means I can touch you again.”
He shot me a smirk. “Dangerous words to say to a fae.”
“I don’t think I mind being dangerous with you.”
His gaze met mine fleetingly, and in that brief moment a flash of worry appeared. I wished I hadn’t said anything.
“Let’s get you wrapped up.”
I watched as he applied the ointment and covered my burns. They weren’t too bad, and within a couple of weeks, I’d barely feel a thing and Finch wouldn’t need to take the pain away for me.
Once he was done, I didn’t give him a second to get lost in his head. I pulled back the comforter and sheet.
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
He slid under the covers, his expression mischievous.
