obsessively.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll stand.”
Donavon let out a rush of breath. “Right. Good luck with that.”
Forcing herself to stay awake, Marcella looked around as the bathroom light was turned on. The room was extremely small but indeed very clean.
“Set me down. I’ll be fine.”
The moment her weight settled, Marcella’s legs buckled. Donavon was the only reason she didn’t fall to the floor. A sigh came from her throat while she let him support her. The fact that he was just as nude as she didn’t even cross her mind. She was way too tired to pay attention to her body. “Look, I know you don’t like me, but please, can you get in the shower and help me to stand? I won’t look at you if it makes you feel better.”
He nearly dropped her again. “Damn it, Donavon. I don’t know what is wrong with you, but please, help me.”
Slowly, he nodded and picked her up, placing her in the shower. Turning the showerhead to the side, he started the water and waited for it to warm. Once it did, he got in and fixed it, holding her a good foot away from him the whole time.
“God, am I that disgusting? I’m going to have bruises tomorrow with as hard as you’re gripping me.”
The limited arm movement made it almost impossible for her to wash. When she was done, she waited for him to switch their positions. As if repulsed, he pulled her against the side of his body while he lathered his hair with one hand. The sliding of her breast against his ribs made him jerk. Suddenly, she was falling. A slippery hand grabbed for her, but not quick enough. She hit the tub hard and collided with his legs. Donavon came crashing down practically on top of her.
“Jesus! What in the hell is the matter with you!” Why didn’t he want to touch her? What about her body didn’t he like?
“You’re what’s the matter with me,” Donavon snapped. Water flew against her face as he shook his head. “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
“Besides the concussion you probably just gave me, yeah, I’m great. Are we done?”
Donavon stood and pulled her up, still leaving a gap between the two of them. Quietly, she waited until he was finished. When the water shut off, she looked up just in time to see him lift her. They got out, and he reached into a small pantry. With one hand, he grabbed a towel and stared at her.
“How do you want me to put this on you?”
Marcella focused on getting her legs to work. Damn, she felt like she just ran a marathon. Well, she kind of did. Her body was done for.
“I’m going to try to stand by myself long enough to put it on, but I need you to make sure I don’t fall. Will you do that?”
“Maybe.”
“What! Maybe? Donavon, I really don’t want to hit the ground. If I get dirty again, we’ll end up back in the shower, and I don’t think you want that. So, what is it going to be?”
“How about I leave you in here and you figure it out yourself?”
Marcella pushed off of him and barely got her legs to balance in time to grab the towel and wrap it around her. She clutched the countertop using her weak arms for support. Donavon wrapped a towel around his waist and then picked her up.
“I’m sorry. Listen, we’re both tired and cranky. Today has been rather difficult for both of us.”
Not wanting to argue or ruin his somewhat changing mood, she remained quiet while he walked into their room and stood her up, drying off her body. When he laid her on the cool silk sheets, it didn’t take long before her eyes were drifting shut, but something felt off about the mattress. She tried to push the thoughts away and focus on her new nightmare. This was not going well at all. Hopefully, he was right, and tomorrow would be a better day.
The pressure of him climbing into bed caused her to roll into him. Her eyes flew open as her nude body collided with his. What was this, an air mattress? Surely not.
“Not good. Here.” Donavon’s hand pushed her further over on her side, and
“Thanks, but I think I’ll stand.”
Donavon let out a rush of breath. “Right. Good luck with that.”
Forcing herself to stay awake, Marcella looked around as the bathroom light was turned on. The room was extremely small but indeed very clean.
“Set me down. I’ll be fine.”
The moment her weight settled, Marcella’s legs buckled. Donavon was the only reason she didn’t fall to the floor. A sigh came from her throat while she let him support her. The fact that he was just as nude as she didn’t even cross her mind. She was way too tired to pay attention to her body. “Look, I know you don’t like me, but please, can you get in the shower and help me to stand? I won’t look at you if it makes you feel better.”
He nearly dropped her again. “Damn it, Donavon. I don’t know what is wrong with you, but please, help me.”
Slowly, he nodded and picked her up, placing her in the shower. Turning the showerhead to the side, he started the water and waited for it to warm. Once it did, he got in and fixed it, holding her a good foot away from him the whole time.
“God, am I that disgusting? I’m going to have bruises tomorrow with as hard as you’re gripping me.”
The limited arm movement made it almost impossible for her to wash. When she was done, she waited for him to switch their positions. As if repulsed, he pulled her against the side of his body while he lathered his hair with one hand. The sliding of her breast against his ribs made him jerk. Suddenly, she was falling. A slippery hand grabbed for her, but not quick enough. She hit the tub hard and collided with his legs. Donavon came crashing down practically on top of her.
“Jesus! What in the hell is the matter with you!” Why didn’t he want to touch her? What about her body didn’t he like?
“You’re what’s the matter with me,” Donavon snapped. Water flew against her face as he shook his head. “I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
“Besides the concussion you probably just gave me, yeah, I’m great. Are we done?”
Donavon stood and pulled her up, still leaving a gap between the two of them. Quietly, she waited until he was finished. When the water shut off, she looked up just in time to see him lift her. They got out, and he reached into a small pantry. With one hand, he grabbed a towel and stared at her.
“How do you want me to put this on you?”
Marcella focused on getting her legs to work. Damn, she felt like she just ran a marathon. Well, she kind of did. Her body was done for.
“I’m going to try to stand by myself long enough to put it on, but I need you to make sure I don’t fall. Will you do that?”
“Maybe.”
“What! Maybe? Donavon, I really don’t want to hit the ground. If I get dirty again, we’ll end up back in the shower, and I don’t think you want that. So, what is it going to be?”
“How about I leave you in here and you figure it out yourself?”
Marcella pushed off of him and barely got her legs to balance in time to grab the towel and wrap it around her. She clutched the countertop using her weak arms for support. Donavon wrapped a towel around his waist and then picked her up.
“I’m sorry. Listen, we’re both tired and cranky. Today has been rather difficult for both of us.”
Not wanting to argue or ruin his somewhat changing mood, she remained quiet while he walked into their room and stood her up, drying off her body. When he laid her on the cool silk sheets, it didn’t take long before her eyes were drifting shut, but something felt off about the mattress. She tried to push the thoughts away and focus on her new nightmare. This was not going well at all. Hopefully, he was right, and tomorrow would be a better day.
The pressure of him climbing into bed caused her to roll into him. Her eyes flew open as her nude body collided with his. What was this, an air mattress? Surely not.
“Not good. Here.” Donavon’s hand pushed her further over on her side, and
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