Page 92 of Trust Me

I grabbed his wrists before he could touch his eyes again. “I told you not to do that.”

“I washed my hands. Twice.”

Shaking my head, I twisted him around so he was leaning against the counter. “Doesn’t work. The oils get in your skin. Next time, wear gloves.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

It was hard not to laugh. He just looked so angry about it. His booming voice made me tighten my grip on him, but I didn’t pull away.

“Come on. We’ve got to flush your eyes.”

“That sounds like serial killer shit,” he grumbled, but he let me lead him to the bathroom.

“Sit. Lean your head back.”

He sat against the tub and did as I said. Grabbing the handheld showerhead, I turned it on low and angled his face.

“Don’t freak out,” I murmured.

He just grunted, which I took as my cue to start. His eyes continued to flutter and try to close as I rinsed them, but he did his best.

After a few minutes, he focused on me. Being under his dark gaze made my heart speed up, and for a second, I forgot that I was holding the showerhead. Until he spluttered and had to spit water out of his mouth.

“You trying to waterboard me?” he growled.

“Maybe you’ll be more agreeable.”

“Who’s agreeable when they get pepper oils in their eyes?”

“It’s the capsaicin.”

“I don’t care.”

I chuckled, then quieted when the front door opened. Immediately, my shoulders rose, and I tried to look behind me, but it made me spray the wall. Dean grabbed my arm, firmly, and I found myself meeting his eyes again. Even though he was the one in a vulnerable position, I was overcome by something I’d never felt. It was like when he kept me from falling after that guy ran into me, but infinitely stronger.

For a second, I could imagine a stranger walking into the apartment. Instead of some horrifying scenario playing out, I just saw Dean. He’d admitted that he didn’t fight, but then again, he’d tried to throw hands with Cyrus when he thought I was in danger.

If Dean was here, I felt safe.

“Whoa, you’re offering sponge baths now?” Remi’s voice said from the doorway.

“Don’t you ever call?” I snapped before I shut off the water.

When I turned around, he was leaning against the frame with one brow raised. “Neither of us do.”

Realizing he was right, I took a breath. “Maybe we should.”

His lips thinned, but that was the only sign he showed me. Maybe it was because Dean was here, but I didn’t like that he was trying to hide his reaction. That wasn’t our thing.

I gestured to Dean. “He touched his eyes after cutting a habanero.”

Remi snorted a laugh. “Dumbass.”

Dean made an annoyed sound before he walked into his bedroom. I just stared at the open door, not sure what to do.

“What’s going on?” Remi asked, dropping his voice lower.

“Nothing.”