Three minutes and twenty seconds. That was all it took. An eternity of agony.
Darius watched in silence. When the worst of the tremors eased, I felt the cold spray of the shower hit my bare skin. I dragged myself up the wall and twisted the faucet, not caring that the water was icy.
He moved like lightning, wrenching the dial off. “You couldn’t wait two seconds for it to warm up?”
I said nothing, chest heaving, water dripping from my lashes as I stared at him defiantly.
He yanked the thin blue sheet off my bed and shoved it toward me. “Here.”
I didn’t take it immediately. When I finally did, wrapping it around my naked body, our eyes clashed. His burned with frustration and something darker, hunger.
I leaned against the wall, determined not to show weakness. Darius crossed his arms,
