She was physically fatigued from excitement and fear, yet her mind was overly alert. She had no idea how she was going to sleep tonight.
“I need to shower.” Repeatedly. She’d already changed and had given her sweater to the police officer for evidence, but even now the feel of her attacker’s hands had her skin crawling.
“You can shower at my place.” Eli’s warm, whiskey-smooth voice rolled through her. But she was already shaking her head.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Then I’ll stay here.”
“I can’t run away, Eli. I work downstairs. I live here. I’ll have to come home eventually no matter what I do tonight.”
“It doesn’t mean you can’t come to my house. Sleep in my arms. Shower in my bathroom and dry off with one of my towels.” His gravel-laden voice was gentle, the rough quality not making her feel any less comforted. His hand on her shoulder, he gave her a light squeeze. “Does it?”
The thought of snuggling into him and feeling safe rather than staring at the ceiling all night and listening for strange noises was definitely a better idea.
“Sable.”
She nodded. Just a small nod, but he was already standing and heading into her bedroom. She heard drawers opening, the closet shutting. She curled the blanket around her shoulders and let Eli pack her things without her help.