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I took a bite of a granola bar. It was dust dry, but it would do. “Yes. Thanks to you.”
“It was a risk giving you old nano-meds.”
“It paid off. I’m alive because of them.”
“It was touch and go.” She plucked at the blanket. “The fever was terrible. I was so worried you wouldn’t make it.”
I took her hand and squeezed. “I’m all right.”
She nodded. “In some good news, the shower through there—” she pointed at a doorway “—works. It’s not hot, but the water is clean.”
Good. I felt sticky and salty. A shower would help clear my head.
“I washed out your T-shirt the best I could.”
“Thanks, Colbie. For everything.”
She popped some food in her mouth and chewed. “You would have done the same for me.”
I’d do anything for her. “You shower first.”
She nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. A second later, I heard the water start, and a second after that, I heard her humming.
Colbie was naked under the water, just meters away.
Despite everything, my cock hardened. Yeah, it seemed I was feeling better.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.Dammit. I’d worked hardnotto notice her gorgeous little body for years.
Now, it was like the brakes were off.
I imagined her red hair wet, slicked against creamy, pale skin. Her high breasts, her small waist, her slim legs. Her round ass.
I blew out a breath.
“Get a grip, Jackson.” I needed to get her out of here safely, not think about fucking her.
My cock throbbed again.
“Fuck.” I took a long gulp of water and thought of the ugliest monster I’d ever seen.
Colbie returned wearing a fresh pair of cargo pants and a dark-green tank top. Her wet hair looked darker, and her face was scrubbed clean.
“I found some clothes in the medical storage. There’s nothing your size, sorry.”
I jerked my chin up. “It’s fine.”
She waved at the bathroom. “All yours.”
I walked in and closed the door. There was a large spiderweb in the corner. My T-shirt—looking very worse for wear but washed—was hanging over the towel rail.
I stripped off my gear. My cock was hard as a rock, rising up to brush my stomach.
A cold shower was just what I needed. My feelings for Colbie were mixing around inside me. I blew out a breath. All I had to focus on right now was getting her home safely.
I stepped under the icy spray. I washed off the blood and sweat, and the cold water helped me find my control.
I toweled off, then dressed in my gear again. When I returned to the other room, she was sitting cross-legged on the makeshift bed. Her hair was braided now.
