Page 38 of Unforeseen Love

“Go. It won’t be ready for another half an hour or so.”

I don’t really know what to say, and because I’m starving and not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, I head to my room and grab a change of clothes. I spy my book has moved––to anyone else they probably wouldn’t notice, but this is me we’re talking about. Everything has its place.

Picking it up, I flick to the page with the post-it note, hoping it would deter him. I already called him out on it earlier, so we shall see.

My jaw drops when I see he’s written a reply.

I’m game if you ever want to watch me again, or better still, if you need a hand, I’m only a room away.

I scrunch up the note and then unscrew it, running my finger over his writing. Is that my fucking eye liner?

Taking a deep breath, I shove my book into my bottom drawer. Maybe next time he’ll get the message. I refuse to bait to his response or even acknowledge it, for that matter. Leaving my room, I go to the main bathroom and start my bath, adding an overzealous amount of bubble bath. Might as well make the most of it.

Tying my hair back into a messy bun, I remove my make-up and then hunt in the cupboard for my razor. Might as well have a quick shave.

Water still running, I step into the hot bath and let out a groan as I sink down and lay my head back until the bath is almost full. I shut off the water and close my eyes.

It’s only when I’m stirred awake by the sound of Theo singing, I realise I dozed off––that could have ended badly. I sit forward and chuckle. Theo is singing along to Harry Styles, and better still, it would appear he knows all the words.

I shake my head and reach for my razor and lather up my leg before getting to work on shaving. Standing up, I put my foot on the edge of the bath, making quick work of my right leg before swapping to the left. Just as I’m bringing the razor across my skin, my foot slips, the sound of water splashing. I try to regain my balance, but not before the razor in my hand slides across my skin. I let out a curse, and the instant sting followed by the gush of claret lets me know it’s deep.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Theo

A break in songs alerts me to Sienna in the bathroom, and what sounds like she might have just slipped. Before I can think better of it, I’m at the door and rapping the wood with my knuckles.

“You okay in there?” I ask.

When she isn’t quick enough to reply, I try the handle. When it turns, I push the door open, and my eyes go to Sienna as she flaps around and flops back into the water, hissing through her teeth, but not before flashing me.

Covering her chest with her arm, her eyes go wide.

“What the fuck, Theo? Get out.”

I ignore her and step inside, it’s not like I haven’t seen the female form before. “You sounded like you fell, I was checking you hadn’t drowned.” My eyes dart to the flannel she dropped on the floor in her panic when I abruptly entered. Is that blood?

Reaching down, I pick it up. “Are you hurt?” I ask and then frown, dropping it like a hot potato. “Or is it the crimson wave?” I blurt out. What the fuck is wrong with me? Even if it was her period, did I really need to be so crude? Aunt Meredith would give me a clip round the earhole for that remark, and I’d deserve it too.

“Oh my God. No, and even if I was, it’s none of your fucking business. If you must know, I sliced myself while shaving.”

My eyes roam over her body hidden by fluffy bubbles, and I kind of hate that they’re hindering my view right now. I shake my head, annoyed where my thoughts just went.

“Where?” I ask, needing to distract my thoughts and wanting to right my word vomit from only moments ago.

“My knee. Now if you don’t mind, can you fuck off,” she grits out.

I shake my head. “Nope, no can do. There was a lot of blood, let me see.” Crossing my arms, I wait as she stares at me as if I’ve grown four heads.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking serious.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Deadly.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, pass me that towel and then turn around.”

Reaching for the ice blue towel, I hand it over but just out of arm’s length.

“I swear to God, Theodore, you are seriously asking for trouble.”

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