Page 180 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

The door to the bathroom slams open and Mine appears in the room, wearing only his pants, which rest dangerously low on his hips.

I blink and gulp down. I’m too tired for this type of temptation.

“Don’t tell me you already washed,” I say jokingly in an attempt to mask the low tremor of my voice.

He rolls his eyes at me.

“We only have fifteen minutes of warm water. Might as well make the best of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take off your clothes and come to the bathroom.”

My mouth hangs open in stock.

“W-what?”

“Come on, Minnie.”

“We might be sharing a room, but I throw the line at sharing a shower,” I sputter.

He raises a lazy brow at me and then shrugs.

“I might take too long in the shower,” he adds suggestively. “A full fifteen minutes perhaps.”

“Mine!” I stomp my foot. His only reaction is to laugh.

“Come?”

When I don’t move, he turns back to the wet area and turns the water on.

The minutes trickle by and as I realize he has no intention of stepping out of the shower. I quickly take off my dirty clothes and run toward the washing room.

Yet the sight in front of me stops me dead in my tracks.

The water courses in rivulets down his body, and my eyes are drawn to his firm buttocks and toned back. Scars riddle his body, most of them concentrated on his back. Thick jagged lines start from his neck going down to his buttocks, with a few continuing down his left leg. His left side is the most visibly scarred, and the marks continue on the front of his body, with the thickest one being on his upper chest.

His skin might not be flawless, but it’s those imperfections that give him character and make him so appealing in my eyes. They make him seem real, flesh and blood, pure…masculinity.

“Done staring?” he drawls. “Only five minutes left.”

I shake myself from my reverie. My only two choices are to hang onto my modesty and go to sleep dirty or…

I let out an annoyed sigh and take off the rest of my clothes before I join him under the warm jet of the water. Although this is the first time I’m fully naked in front of someone, I try not to dwell on it. I can feel his eyes on me, examining every little inch of my flesh. Yet he doesn’t say or do anything.

I expected to fight him for some peace to wash myself, seeing as how he used such an underhanded method to get me to join him, naked, in the bathroom. But he shocks me when he lathers a good amount of soap onto my hair and massages my scalp while I go about removing the dirt from my body.

His touch is gentle yet firm as he carefully rinses the soap out before applying another layer and cleaning my hair properly.

With his help, I manage to get clean just in time for the water to run out.

He’s the first to get out. He takes a towel and pats down his body before he wraps it around his waist. I do my best not to notice the fact that he’s aroused, although it’s kind of hard with his male part tenting the material of the towel.

Even so, he was a perfect gentleman. Never once did he come too close to me or made me feel uncomfortable about my nakedness and the vulnerable position I was in.

Taking the other towels, he hands one to me as I step out of the shower and uses the other one to dry my hair. I quickly cover my nakedness, though he must have gotten more than an eyeful by now.

“We could have just split the time,” I grumble as he works on separating my strands of hair. After all, if he didn’t have any designs on me, why did he insist on sharing the washing space?

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