A puff of breath shoots from her lungs, and another glare is burning into my face.
“Thanks,” she mutters. “Call us even, I guess.”
I arch a brow. “Call us even for what?”
Her eyes swirl with an emotion I can’t put a name to.
“I saved your life, you saved mine.”
I frown. What the fuck is she talking about?
“Is this another one of your lies?”
Her features twist, and in a matter of seconds, the cute angry kitty grows into a fierce lioness.
“No,” she bites out. “Do you think you washed up on this shore by luck?”
I stare at her, processing her implication.
“You were knocked out cold, and I swam us here.”
What… the fuck.
I clench my jaw. I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling, but whatever it is has my knees threatening to crash to the ground with reverence.
Tightening her lips, she turns her head away, and my eyes latch onto how her blonde curls have turned bright red on the back.
“You need to shower,” I say. She flicks her gaze at me, appearing affronted that I changed the subject.
I have plenty to say, and I will make sure she hears it, but only when I feel like I can speak without wanting to simultaneously stick my tongue down her throat.
Clearing her throat, she stands and begins to brush past me, but my hand lands on the flat planes of her stomach, stopping her in place.
I turn my head, a fire rising in my chest when I hear the little pants coming from her mouth and the goosebumps prickling her flesh.
“Let me help you with that,bella ladra.”
Chapter 21
Sawyer
What a little shithead. Ididdie, and he’s just trying to convince me Heaven is real before he pulls back the veil and reveals a hellfire that will burn me alive.
There’s a flutter deep in the pit of my stomach, steadily growing stronger until the flap of wings has morphed into the breath of a dragon. I’m already burning alive, and only his hand has touched me.
I wet my dry lips, my tongue darting out for no more than a second, but his eyes have latched onto my mouth, the blaze within them powerful. It’s then I realizeheis the hellfire.
His hand slides away, and with only a moment of hesitation, I walk past him. I feel him fall in step behind me, scorching a hole into my back.
I coerce my muscles to relax as I walk straight across the hall and into the tiny bathroom. It’s barely big enough to fit a stand-in shower on the right side and the sink and toilet on the left.
Swallowing nervously, he brushes past me to turn the nozzle, the spray stuttering before the stream evens out. The water pressure is awful, which usually calls for long showers.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not yet.
He turns to me, leaning against the wall next to the stall, and crosses his arms. Flicking his sharp gaze down my body, he commands, “Undress.”
Oh, shit.