Chapter 27
"What would make me happy?" I coughed, inhaling a mouthful of the thick steam billowing around us. "Right now, getting out of this shower." I forced myself up, yanking the shower lever to stop.
"I'll get out first," Gavin insisted, grabbing for a towel and tossing it onto the floor before reaching back into the shower for my hand. "Be careful," he warned, watching me.
"Gavin, you need to relax. Just because it happened once doesn't mean it will happen again." I pointed for him to keep walking. "All your worrying is going to kill you." I realized my choice of words too late, hoping they wouldn't trigger him.
"I forgot to tell you," he called over his shoulder. "I'm going back to New York this weekend."
I stopped in the doorway, feet like bricks, heart just as heavy. "What?"
