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I pulled the bowl from her hands and took the fork, spearing a piece of pasta. Holding it out to her, she only stared.

“You’re going to feed me now?”

She was right. What the fuck was I doing? I started to lower the forkful, but she stopped with a shake of her head and opened her mouth.

I fed her the mouthful, taking an obscene amount of pleasure in watching her chew and swallow what I had cooked for her.

“I need you to stay away from Keir.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s funny. He said the same thing about you.”

“I’m serious, Fallon. None of these men can be trusted.”

“You trust them.” She opened her mouth for another forkful of pasta, chewing thoughtfully while she awaited my answer.

“I really don’t,” I muttered. “I don’t trust anyone.”

She cocked her head to the side as if she wanted to know whether she was lumped into the category, too. “That’s sad then.”

And there.

She’d done it.

She’d tapped on my chest and found out one of my secrets without having to put a fucking gun to my head. What was it about this woman that made me spill everything to her? Whatever it was, I couldn’t stand in the warmth of her truth serum any longer. Thrusting the bowl at her, I turned and marched into the bathroom. Before I shut the door, I told her over my shoulder, “Eat everything. If you want some more, I’ll get you some after I have a shower, butdon’tleave this room.”

Twisting on the cold water, I stripped off the sweaty clothes I’d done kickboxing in and stepped under the stream. As always, a hiss escaped me.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Are you okay in there?” Fallon called. “I heard you hissing in pain.”

“I’m fine!” I yelled back, letting her hear my frustration if only to keep her away.

When she said nothing more, I assumed that was the end of it … until the door opened wide, and Fallon walked into the bathroom. She still had the fucking towel wrapped around her breasts, and my dick stood at attention once more.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I roared.

She ignored me, pulling open the shower door and staring at me. Her eyes were on the wound on my side, but then they dropped lower, taking in all my body and my bobbing dick, vying for her attention.

Fallon licked her lips and returned her eyes to my face. “Is it your wound? Does it hurt?” She came closer, and I put my hand out to stop her. I didn’t want her in this fucking freezing water with me. She pushed past my hand and stepped inside the cubicle with me, pulling the bandage away.

The stream of arctic water hit her in the back, and she yelped, colliding with my body as she rushed to get out of the way.

“Why is the water cold?” She cupped her mouth and spun to face me. “Please tell me I didn’t use up all your hot water.”

Reaching out, I turned off the faucet until there was only a trickle dribbling from the head. “No, you didn’t.”

Her eyes widened. “So, youchooseto have cold showers?”

What could I tell her? That I felt like I didn’t deserve hot ones? She would pry, probe, and question until she knew all my secrets and she already knew too much.

“And why do you have an erection right now?”

I blinked.I can’t believe she actually said that.

“Men aren’t supposed to be able to maintain an erection when exposed to temperatures below fifteen degrees Celsius.”

“Surprise,” I replied darkly. “I’m one of a kind. Now either get out of here or get on your fucking knees.” I said it to be crude. To scare her away. I expected her to run from the cubicle, but when her eyes dropped to below my waist, and her tongue darted out to run along her plump bottom lip, I was ready to let her wrap them around my cock and suck me down.

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