“You want me to bathe for you?” There was no hiding the surprise that request brought.
He nodded, acting like that was totally normal, and not like something any man wouldn't say to a female.
My dipped brows must say it all, because he spoke with what looked like a half smirk. “Why? Are you scared that you'll see something you like?”
“Something I like?” That made me scoff, hurling a look of disgust his way. One that made him reply with a light chuckle, the sound rumbling down my spine.
“Trust me,” I continued in a tone that echoed of far more confidence than it probably should, “there's nothing you will show me that could be of any interest.”
He chortled, clearly amused. “Then bathing for me shouldn't be a problem. And perhaps, you know I can't do that for myself right now.”
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