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“The bar for your health is higher than fine, Matilda.” She looks surprised by my statement, and that, in itself, annoys me. “Just… stay put.”
Chapter 79
Tilda
I staysilent as Ethan moves around the cabin, suddenly aware that the front door was open the whole time.
Thankfully, we didn’t get any oversized feline visitors.
The bed is parallel to the front door, with the head of the bed pressed against the wall that’s to your left when you walk in. It’s not all the way against the back cabin wall, but it’s close, with just about a foot of space allowing for someone to get into the bed from either side.
The wall across from the foot of the bed, to your right when you walk in, is filled with floor-to-ceiling cabinets. And Ethan opens one of the center doors and pulls out a large plastic tub that’s two-thirds full of paper products.
I don’t know why I’m surprised by it. There was toilet paper in the outhouse. But it still seems a little funny out here in the middle of the woods.
Ethan takes out a roll of paper towels and rips one off.
I lift my brows when he turns and hands it to me.
He shrugs a shoulder. “Easier to carry in lightweight stuff like this and burn it than it is to carry out garbage.”
“Makes sense.” I accept the towel. But Ethan continues to stand there, completely nude, watching me. “Please turn around.”
His jaw works like he might argue. But thankfully he just huffs. “Stay there.” Then he walks out the door.
Completely nude.
I make quick work of cleaning up the best I can. Then I sit up.
Craning my neck, I can see Ethan through the window, back to me, next to the water spigot.
Droplets splash around him, and his shoulders hunch.
Is he washing his dick in the cold well water?
I grin. Then I remember Ethan’s promise to go down on me tomorrow. My grin pulls into a grimace as I realize I will also need to take an ice-cold standing bath.
Tomorrow.
I can do that tomorrow.
Ethan bends down, giving me a great view of his toned ass. And I nearly pout when he pulls on a pair of gray pajama pants.
Where…?
I look around the cabin again and spot another plastic tub on the floor, open, with clothes folded inside.
Ethan steps back into the cabin and moves straight to the clothing tub.
He takes out a pair of pants, exactly like the ones he just put on, and a waffle-weave long-sleeve shirt. “Put these on.”
I take them and set them on the mattress as I scoot toward the edge.
“Stay on the bed.”
I give Ethan a look. “Standing will make getting dressed a thousand times easier.”
“Your feet.”
