Callum stills.
He’s facing away from me, and the muscles in his back harden. I don’t think he’s breathing. I don’t think I am, either.
We are both frozen in time.
Only, my heartbeat is wild in my ears. Did I really just say that?
He turns around.
He opens his mouth, then shuts it again.
“What?” His voice is low and gruff as gravel.
I raise my chin. “I thought Wolves had superhuman hearing?”
He lets loose a half-laugh. “Aye. But you can’t possibly have said what I think you just said.”
“Why not?”
The rise and fall of his chest is deeper than usual, as though he’s making a strained effort to control his breathing. His fingers twitch at his side. “You want. . . You want me to wash you?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You realize you’d have to take off your clothes for me to do that?”
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