Orion scooped her up into his arms and headed to the bathroom, his actions clearly stating, "Xannie needs a hot shower, or she'll catch a cold."
"Okay."
Xanthea nodded obediently. It wasn't until he walked into the bathroom shut the door with a heavy "click," that she heard the door click shut behind them. That's when she realized something seemed off.
Wait, why did he close the door?
He hadn't left yet!
Was he planning to shower with her? A shared shower? That was way too much! So, this is what he meant by he mentioned getting her wet.
Xanthea's face flushed instantly with embarrassment, her heart racing wildly as she felt incredibly shy, "Orion, isn't this a bit too fast for us?"
She had just sorted out her feelings for him, and now...
Orion was adjusting the water temperature, frowning in confusion as he looked at her, "What's too fast?"
"Well, just," she stammered, too embarrassed to even lift her head, her voice barely a whisper, "showering together."
The man chuckled, a charming smile playing on his lips. He leaned in close to her ear, "So, you want to shower with me?"
Huh?
He didn't mean that?
"I didn't mean that at all!"
Xanthea quickly lifted her head, her eyes wide and cheeks burning red. As she spoke, she pushed him out of the bathroom, "You can go out. I can adjust the water temperature myself!"
"Xannie."
At the doorway, his large hand suddenly gripped the handle, his eyes filled with intense longing, which startled Xanthea.
—She didn't mean that?
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