"The water takes a minute to heat up," I warn. "And the shower is a little small, even for me. You might not even fit because of all the... All the you." Heat crawls up my neck. "Also, my shampoo is from CVS, so it probably has chemicals that'll make your hair fall out. But you can at least rinse off---"
"Nova."
It's the same tone he used to rein Rufus in earlier.
It works just as well on me.
I turn to him, painfully aware that we're packed into the tight space. There's no way I can move without touching him.
"I don't care about any of that. Take a breath."
Then he peels his wet shirt right over his head.
Welp. So much for breathing.
All the Googling in the world couldn't have prepared me for the real-life, in-the-flesh sight of Samuil's bare chest. My tongue is a useless, dry lum
