He sighs against my skin again. “I think we should go downstairs for dinner. I’m worried that staying in here longer will rise suspicions that something is going on.”
I nod and release his hair, wiggling so he’ll get off of me. “I’ll wash it now.”
Hesitantly, he releases me and I stand, walking to the bathroom and close the door behind me. Once in the shower, when I’m finally alone, I can’t help but let go of all the fear and tension from the day and collapse into a puddle of tears under the spray of the hot water, letting it relax my sore muscles with its warmth.
Seth must have felt it through the bond because the next thing I know, I find myself in the arms of my mate, in a shower that’s too small for both of us, while he lets me cry into his chest. I didn’t want to be a crying
