10
By late afternoon, they had made it past another obstacle. This one hadn’t been as frightening – or as dangerous – as the ones before. Gem chuckled and shook her head when she heard Ross muttering about it under his breath while he pulled lumps of viscous plant sap out of his hair.
“I’m going to need another shower,” he informed her in a gruff tone.
The thought of seeing him without his clothes was still firmly burned into her mind, and it sent a flash of heat through her. She barely stifled her groan at the memory. She clenched her fists as she resisted the urge to offer help in taking his clothes off.
Get a grip, Gem, she silently admonished herself.
“You have some goop on the tip of your ear,” she replied instead.
He reached up and ran his fingers along his ear. She laughed whe
