Page 45 of Love Plus One

Darcy would totally make fun of that expression (if I dared to verbalize it) which I never would. I knew it was corny, but hell, it was how I felt at the moment and I was damn proud of it.

When Taz returned to his bedroom he had put a pair of sweats on. He threw a bath towel over to me and said he had run a bath for me and to get my ass in there to soak.

I scooted off the bed noticing for the first time the smattering of blood on his bed sheets.

I quickly looked up at him and he had a half-smirk going.

“Not to worry, Lindsey, I’m pretty sure I have something that takes virgin blood out.”

My cheeks flushed red and I gave him a "look" as I wrapped the towel around me and padded off to the bathroom.

Taz had put bath oils in the water which I found kind of sweet yet puzzling.

I wondered how often the women in Taz’s life stayed around long enough to need a bath. According to my mom, she wasn’t aware of Taz even having a short-term relationship since she had known Slate.

I soaked in the soothing bubbles feeling extremely fulfilled and contented. I wondered if I looked any different.

I was so relaxed I had nearly dozed off when I heard Taz tap on the door.

“Lindsey, I have your clothes here. Can I bring them in?”

I cocked an eyebrow at the door. Had he not just seen every part of my body naked? Why the sudden concern for my modesty?

“Sure,” I called out, lifting a sponge to start washing my body.

He stepped in and I gave him a smile. He stopped mid-way in and gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, watching his frown.

“You better get that "just-fucked" smile off of your face before you walk through the door of your house,” he warned.

He set my folded clothes on the seat of the toilet.

I hadn’t even thought about home. Oh my God.

“What time is it, Taz?”

“It’s a little after 7:00 a.m.”

“Holy crap,” I said, scrambling to rinse the soap off by splashing tub water on me. I needed to get my ass in gear and head home now.

I got up and grabbed the towel once again, scooting Taz out so that I could dry off and get dressed.

Five minutes later, I emerged freshly-bathed and clothed.

Taz was right there with a glass of water and some Advil tablets in his hands.

“What’s that for?” I asked, puzzled.

“It’s for you, silly. I thought you might be feeling some pain or tenderness down there.”

I thought about how sweet of a gesture that was for Taz.

I felt fine; but hell, if it made him feel better to think he had nearly split me in half, then I was down with it.

“Thank you, Taz,” I said softly, taking the tablets and water from him.

He walked me to the door, helping me on with my jacket.

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