Page 104 of Wish You Were Mine

“Are you sure?” Her eyes shone with concern. “Sometimes people don’t notice. Just let me check.”

I opened my mouth to protest but then shut it again. Who was I to stop her from checking me over? I’d want to do the same to her if the situations were reversed, and besides, I liked the idea of her looking at my naked body.

“Arms out at the sides,” she ordered.

I held my arms out and she searched each one for burns or cuts. There was a small nick on my forearm, where a shard of plastic had caught on my skin as I’d reached through the broken cat flap to get Cookie, but that was the worst of the damage.

“Arms down again.”

She lifted my hand and studied the knuckles. “You’re bruised.”

“I tried to punch out the cat flap,” I explained.

She huffed. “Men. Seriously. A boot would do the job much better.”

I pressed my lips together and didn’t mention that I’d had to do just that.

Gently, her hands ventured down my torso. She squatted, checking the fronts of my legs—for what, I didn’t know, but her proximity to my cock wasn’t helping me keep my thoughts clear.

She straightened. “Turn around.”

I did as she said and held still while she examined my backside. I was tempted to clench, a little uncomfortable with her scrutiny, but eventually, she declared me free of injuries.

I turned back, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her. “I told you I was fine.”

She smiled weakly. “I needed to check for myself.”

I kissed her again, dipping my tongue between her lips, tasting her. She gasped and opened for me.

Bang!

Bang, bang!

“You still both alive in there?” Toby called through the door. “If I don’t see you in two minutes, I’m coming in.”

Summer groaned and rested her forehead against my clavicle. “I can’t believe I’m related to him.”

“I thought Nate was supposed to be the overprotective one,” I muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a twin thing. He doesn’t care who I date, but if I’m ever hurt or scared, he needs to be close. I’m the same with him.”

I supposed that was something I’d get used to. “Let’s finish up then. I don’t want Toby seeing my naked ass.”

She laughed and shifted back under the stream of water to rinse her hair. I soaped up while she conditioned and repeated the process, and then I shuffled out of the shower and dried while she washed herself. By the time she was ready to get out, I was already dressed.

“You’re taking your time in there,” I teased.

“Shut up,” she said without any heat. “I have much more hair than you.”

My eyes journeyed down her wet, slender body of their own volition. “On your head, maybe.”

Everywhere else, she was smooth and tanned. My eyes narrowed. Why didn’t she have a bikini line? Was she sunbathing naked during the summer? Or was her golden skin natural rather than a product of time in the sun?

I waited while she dried herself and dressed. She glanced longingly at the blow drier but left her hair wet around her shoulders instead.

We exited the bathroom, and the cooler air of the hallway made me wish I’d donned the sweater Heather had left for me. Fortunately, the living room was warmer.

“About time,” Toby said as we entered. He was sitting on the floor, in front of the fireplace, his feet bare and his worried eyes belying the easy smile plastered on his face. “I hope you were both behaving yourselves.”

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