Page 141 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Eduard snickered, but didn’t point out that Cecil was who helped Draco get Sawyer changed out of his soiled clothes earlier. He’d be mortified if he realized exactly what had happened during his seizure, or that Cecil had already seen all of him. He’d let that realization come another day.

The bedroom door opened and Andvari stood at the entrance. He looked back and forth between them, not saying anything. Eduard waited, having learned that Andvari often needed time to process things.

“We were just going to get in the bath,” Eduard said.

Andvari turned to Sawyer. “You’re okay?”

“I am,” Sawyer said. “Thank you for helping earlier.”

“I just drove the car.”

“Well, thank you for doing that.”

“I’ll leave you to your bath. Don’t fall asleep.”

Sawyer grinned as he closed the door behind him. “Man, he’s a worrywart, isn’t he?”

“You could say that,” Eduard replied. Of course, Andvari was actually unfamiliar with humans. He’d picked up on that from their early days together while they helped Henry through his visions.

Andvari had spent most of his time with other vampires, who were known for being sturdy and hard to kill. Henry and Sawyer’s human fragility scared him more than he cared to admit, especially as the responsibility for keeping them safe weighed on him.

“Can we bring the tray into the bathroom?”

“We can. But it’ll take the tub a few minutes to fill. Go ahead and eat.” Eduard returned to the bath to add some salts and oils to the steaming water. Sawyer’s muscles would thank him for it later.

When he returned to the bedroom, Sawyer had moved the tray and had slid his legs off the bed. He’d paled considerably. Eduard rushed to his side. “What happened?”

“I moved,” Sawyer said. “I think the sexy bath time I’m imagining isn’t going to happen. At least not today. I feel like I got beat up.”

Eduard ran his hand over Sawyer’s head and pulled him close. “You’re okay.”

Sawyer grimaced but tried to stand. His legs wobbled.

Enough.

Eduard scooped him up and held him for the short walk into the bathroom.

“Ugh, this is really making me feel as far from sexy as possible. Isn’t it supposed to be sexy for some big strong man to scoop you up and whisk you away?”

“I can do that later. For now, how about you think its sexy that I don’t let you fall and break something?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Then again, I think you’re sexy all the time so it’s not exactly a hardship.”

Eduard grinned and sat Sawyer down on the edge of the tub. They’d dressed him in some of Henry’s clothes earlier, so he reached for the hem of the shirt and guided it up. Sawyer’s eyes locked onto his, and he helped him ease his arms out carefully before lifting it over his head.

Then he knelt and ran his hands slowly up Sawyer’s legs, teasing the shorts they’d used to cover him before hooking his hands beneath the waist and moving them down.

“Lift up,” he whispered.

Sawyer complied, wincing with the effort but pushing up far enough that Eduard was able to slide the fabric over his hips and down his legs.

Eduard leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Sawyer’s chest, then teased his way upward to his neck. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to touch you.”

Sawyer reached for the buttons on his shirt and gave them a tug. “Get this off,” he demanded.

Eduard pushed to his feet and quickly removed his own clothes. Sawyer watched his every move. He licked his lips and his breath quickened as every inch of skin was revealed. Eduard wasn’t a bashful man. His body was beautiful, his muscles lean and sculpted, his skin a pale gold that highlighted his form.

He paused when he finished undressing and let Sawyer look his fill. When he finally raised his eyes to meet Eduard’s, they were filled with want. He quickly moved to Sawyer’s side and scooped him up again. Once he stepped into the water, he lowered them together to one of the seating areas.