Page 80 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

I wasn’t sure what was happening between us or what had happened, and when I heard water running, I pressed the comforter to my chest.

Is he in the shower?

I’d seen I had one, no reason to leave this room really. The bedroom I’d been given had a private bathroom.

I edged out of the bed, taking a sheet with me. I wrapped myself like a burrito, then followed the sound to the bathroom. I thought to knock but decided against it.

I mean, it was my shower.

I told myself that, and that I wasn’t a Peeping Tom. In any case, the shower walls were opaque, but an outline could easily be seen.

And how was he gorgeous even through that?

Wolf’s solid form radiated through, unmoved, his head hanging. He had an arm on the wall, and though I couldn’t see him completely, that didn’t stop his figure from displaying through the glass. If anything, it made him look like a work of art, abstract.

Perfect.

He literally did look like a painting, my heart racing.

“Wolf?”

He said nothing and didn’t even move.

I stepped on warm tiles. “Ares?”

His head lifted a little then, but only slightly. He passed a hand over his hair, the room filled with mist, heat. After that, he pressed both palms on the wall, and I came closer.

“Ares?” I repeated, so close to the glass now. “Can I come in?”

I wanted to for some reason, curiosity pulling me. He could have used his own shower, not mine.

His response to this was just to look back, his blurry form in my direction. He turned back after that, and I took the initiative.

I dropped the sheet, the thing pooling at my feet. One would think I’d be shier about joining probably the most gorgeous guy on earth in the shower… with the lights on.

I wasn’t, though, and I think earlier tonight gave me confidence. He actually seemed more reserved than me this evening, vulnerable.

I eased the door open, the heat cracking out. Like I’d witnessed on the other side, Wolf had his head hung. His muscled frame rose up and down with heavy breath, and I wondered how long he’d been in here.

My gaze glided over him, his ass… Everything about this guy was perfect. His chiseled legs were as solid as his arms and back, and I definitely focused there. His back piece was on full display again, but I passed over it quickly, pushing myself to approach.

“Ares, are you okay?” I lifted a hand over him, stopping just shy. I wanted to touch him so bad.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him more.

I didn’t want to piss him off, though, and he was so good at terrifying me. He liked to be that Big Bad Wolf, so I just stayed in place.

“Can I…” I started, and his response to this was to glance back. His hair had clumped, his thick tendrils wet, soaking. He appeared like a fatigued animal after a fight.

Like a warrior who’d found defeat.

His tongue eased over his lips, his head down. He nodded, but I didn’t go for his back.

I pushed my arms around him, hugging him. I just wanted to squeeze him until he didn’t feel whatever he was feeling anymore. He’d helped me so much tonight. I actually felt…betterafter our talk, and I’d had no idea he’d experienced similar things.

Though, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

This guy packed away a lot of hurt, and even though things seemed perfect now with his family, I couldn’t deny that’d been there. He had a lot of trauma too. Both of us.

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