Page 58 of Not That Complicated

I chewed my lip.

He’d be fine. I’d swilled the tub out. He was a grown man. He wouldn’t slip.

Skid backwards.

Hit his head and die.

Yeah, Liam wouldn’t buy it if I was anywhere near connected to another body, ever, let alone hours after he cut me loose, let alone if that body was his cousin.

I sat up. “Adam!” I called. “Be careful of the tub!”

“What?” The extractor fan hummed and water splashed.

I raised my voice. “The tub! Be careful! Don’t slip!”

“I can’t hear you, Ray. If you want to tell me something, you’d better come in here.”

He’d befine.

I heard the squeak of flesh on porcelain.

“Be careful you don’t slip!” I yelled as I darted across the room. The water shut off and Adam appeared in the doorway.

He wasn’t wearing the towel wrapped around his waist like a normal person. Oh no. He’d bunched it up in one fist and casually held it in front of his groin.

Like a big white fig leaf.

The fact that it left his lean, muscled flanks right there for my viewing pleasure was coincidental, I was sure. I could see his narrow hips, the grooves of his Adonis belt, the outer edges of his thighs…

“What?” he said with a bemused laugh.

I reached out and almost touched his naked chest. “I used bath oils earlier. I don’t want you to slip in the tub.”

“Okay. Ray?” He caught my hovering hand and enfolded it in his own, warm and damp. “You’ve been through it today. But you’re safe. Your blood sugar is—well, thanks to the cake it’s not what you could call stabilised, but it isn’t low, and it should be steadying. You’re hydrated. I’m here. You can sleep. It’s all fine. It’s okay to freak out but right now, you’re safe.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to slip and die. Your cousin would definitely arrest me.”

“I’m capable of taking a shower.”

“Now that you’ve been warned.”

“I saw that the tub was used. I’m taking the appropriate cautionary measures.”

“You’re welcome.”

His beautiful lips curled up in amusement. “You’re very highly strung.”

“Thanks for the random criticism.”

“It’s not criticism. I like it. I like that you’re a ball of anxiety, because I know how to calm you down.”

“Me not wanting you to slip in the tub doesn’t mean I’m a ball of anxiety, Adam. It means I’m a decent human being, that’s all.”

“I’m going to make you feel better in a minute. Hop into bed while I shower—with extreme caution—and then I’ll come and lie on top of you.”

I gaped at him.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to have a quick wank first so you don’t get too freaked out about my dick.”

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