Page 20 of My Fated Minotaur Hero

I shake my head, trying to clear it. "You're losing it, Liv," I mutter to myself. "You've known him for all of a day."

Plus, there’s the minotaur thing.

No shit, like I’ve forgotten.

But, whatever. Details, details.

"Kalen?" I call out, surprising myself.

"Everything okay?" His voice comes through the door, concern evident.

"Yeah, I just... I think I've decided I'm not crazy. Or if I am, I don't want to be sane again."

There's a pause, then a chuckle. "Well, that's a relief. I was starting to worry I'd imagined you as well. So, just so we’re on the same page, I’ll assume I’m not crazy either."

I laugh, the sound echoing off the stone tiled walls. "Great plan. Anyhow, not that I have decided this is all real ... but if I can’t just walk out, then we should probably talk about how Icanget back to my world." The words feel hollow even as Isay them. But I should figure it out, right? That’s only sensible. Just in case. So I have the option.”

"Right," Kalen says, and is it my imagination or does he sound disappointed? "Of course. But you just relax for now. We can talk about it after."

I bite my lip, hesitating. "Okay, but could you ... could you bring me some paper please? I need to make a list."

"Another list?"

"I told you. It helps me think," I explain. "Pros and cons, you know?"

"Whatever you say," he says, and a moment later a notepad and the same oversized pencil from earlier appear through a crack in the thick oak door.

I grab them, careful not to drip water all over the paper. "Thanks, Mr. Horny."

"Sure thing, Fuzzwhip," he grumbles, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

But rather than shut the door again completely, I can’t help but pause for a second and peer out at him through the crack.

Oh my.

He has removed his own wet shirt.

God, that body.

I know I should shut the door immediately. It’s not right to spy, but I can’t help it. Just a little more. Curiosity is getting the better of me.

But I know perfectly well what I am hoping for.

Sure enough, now he’s undoing his belt. As he pulls at the leather the muscles from his forearms to his abs ripple accordingly. I draw in a breath as I feel desire pulse through me again.

Enough Liv.Shows over.

I assert what little will power I have left and quickly retreat back to the tub, face flaming.

Bad Olivia!

A mild sense of guilt mingles with a growing arousal.

Yes, I am a bad girl indeed.

Liv, get it together.

The list.

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