“Yep.”
The door suddenly opened without warning and she let out a startled cry. Okay she hadn’t been expecting him to just walk in. Thank God she hadn’t been lying about being dressed.
Walking forward, he crouched in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs.
Oh shit. She was all too aware of her bare pussy. Her clit throbbed as she pressed her thighs together.
“You’re all done in, aren’t you?” he crooned.
She sniffled. “Sorry. I just need a minute.”
“I don’t think a minute will help. You’re spent. You need a good night’s sleep.”
She wasn’t sure if that would be happening tonight. She wasn’t a very good sleeper anyway. And with everything that had happened tonight, plus being in a strange place, she was pretty sure sleep would elude her.
He brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Right. Let’s do what we have to in order to get you tucked up in bed. Any talk can wait for tomorrow. Do you need to pee?”
Her bladder just made itself known. Crap. Why did she have to have such a small bladder?
“Urgh, yes.”
“I’m guessing you won’t be comfortable with me staying while you go?” he asked.
Was he serious?
“You would guess right.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t know why. It’s just peeing.”
“I bet you wouldn’t want me watching you pee,” she countered.
He grinned. “Wouldn’t worry me. Just a bodily function. We all do it.”
Yeah, but that didn’t mean she wanted him around while she went. Sheesh. He stood and held out his hands, helping her stand. Thankfully, she was so short that his T-shirt reached mid-thigh.
“Right. You can pee on your own. But I’m going to leave the door cracked open. If you have any problems, call out.”
“I’ve been peeing on my own for a long time,” she told him dryly.
“I know. But you’re under my care now. You’re exhausted and trembling. I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself, okay? So just humor me.”
“Don’t stand out there listening to me,” she ordered.
He leaned in, brushing his lips across her cheek. “One day, you will be completely comfortable with me in the room when you pee then you’ll learn you’re worrying over nothing. I’ll take these and put them in the wash.” He picked up all her dirty clothes before she could say anything and left the bathroom.
Yeah. She didn’t see that day coming anytime soon.
Some things just didn’t need to be shared. Mumbling to herself, she peed and washed her hands then grabbed her backpack and made her way out into the hallway.
He was standing there, waiting. Which didn’t surprise her. Her dirty clothes were gone so he must have chucked them in the wash.
“I could have washed my clothes.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Of course you could have. I didn’t take them because you’re not capable. I put them in the wash because I want to help you.”
“Oh.” Way to sound ungrateful, Marisol. “Sorry, I’m not used to people, uh, helping me.”
He frowned slightly. “I figured that. Your aunt isn’t the motherly type.”