Twenty-Four
Owl didn’t touch me sexually while he sponged me down. His attention was clearly fixed on getting me dry when he toweled me off. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into my bedroom.
It would’ve been romantic if he’d been gazing into my eyes. But he didn’t do that. His eyes were on the path before us as he negotiated the boxes and debris from the unpacking. Once in my bedroom, he slid back the covers I’d put on a couple of hours ago.
“Do you want me to get you a t-shirt or underwear to sleep in?” he asked.
I shook my head as I looked at him standing above me. I didn’t need any underwear. What I really wanted was for him to climb in next to me and hold me through the first night in this strange bed, in this new room.
“You need anything else, Kira?” His dark eyes studie
