Page 87 of Until We Burn
Diana cracks open the door and pokes her head out with her eyes squeezed shut.
“Kai?”
“Here. Let me.” I cradle her face between my hands before gentlywashing the shampoo out of her eye. It only takes a few strokes until she’s blinking both eyes open again.
“There.” I toss the towel aside. “Do you want me to help you with anything else?”
Diana smiles a little and cocks her head. “Who knew hockey players could come in handy like this?”
“I thought you’d be more familiar with how useful my hands are.”
Diana bites her lip. “Do you want to come in?”
I raise a brow and prop my arm against the shower door. “Are you trying to seduce me, Diana Huang?”
“Of course not,” she scoffs, yet the wicked mischief in her eyes says otherwise. “I can take care of myself from here.”
The underlying message in Diana’s words rattles the most insatiable, diabolical part of myself that only she can bring out.
She’s about to close the shower door before I force it still.
“Wait for me.”
DIANA
My back drops against the wall as Kai steps into the shower with me.
His height eclipses the light. Only a faint ray of gold shines over Kai’s shoulder, illuminating the water running down his defined muscles and the intricate black symbols in his tattoo. His curls soften under the steam, making them drape against those sultry, dark green eyes.
“Can you turn around for me, princess?”
A soft sigh escapes me as Kai lathers the shampoo into my hair. The heat radiating from his body and his strong hands kneading into my hair makes my eyes flutter.
However, it starts twitching a little when it’s my turn to wash him.
“Let me know if you need a ladder,” Kai teases. “I firmly believe short people deserve that right.”
I glare at him and flick a wad of foam at his chest. Kai’s deep laughechoes all over the shower. I’ve heard him laugh so many times, yet it silences me in wonder every time.
I completely forget why I’m scowling and annoyed in the first place by the time Kai settles down on the shower seat. I stand between his legs and start lathering his hair. Kai gazes up at me, his dark lashes flecked with water.
God, he’s gorgeous.
“I can’t wait to go into the presentation smelling like a rose bush,” he muses.
I snort. “Better that than smelling like your hockey gear.”
Kai cracks a small, wry smile as I let the water rinse out the suds in his hair. “It’s notthatbad.”
“The zipper opens and birds scatter?—”
“Okay, Di?—”
“Squirrels scurry away from the smell.”
“I get it.” Kai rises to his feet, swallowing up all the space in this shower. His thumb runs over my bottom lip. “That mouth of yours enjoys talking nonsense, huh?”
A pathetic breathlessness overcomes my words, “And? What are you going to do about it?”
