Page 150 of Psycho Gods

I smiled softly and waited.

She exhaled heavily like I was being difficult. “We’re going to both get into the shower, and we’re going to talk to each other. Fully clothed.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Because I like to think in the shower, and this way we can clear the air between us,” she said sassily. “I don’t believe we’ve ever just sat and talked to each other.”

“We can do that unclothed,” I pointed out.

Her teeth ground together, and her breath hitched unevenly as she said, “Either get in and shut up, or be a pervert like Malum and leave. It’s your call.”

I arched my brow at the venom in her voice.

Women made no sense, and I’d never understand them. Their logic was unsettling. Unfortunately, a nice guy would not point that out.

Shrugging, I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in.

The scalding water immediately soaked through my clothes, and the warm fabric hung heavy off my frame. It was unpleasant but easily ignored.

I sat down, folding my long limbs awkwardly in the narrow tub, and waited for further instructions.

“What are you doing?” Arabella asked with confusion.

I scrunched my knees up and parted my legs as wide as possible to make room for her in the cramped space. “I’m doing what you said.”

“Exactly!” She sounded genuinely disturbed. “Why are you listening to me?”

I rolled my eyes at the insinuation that I would never obey her.

She was absolutely correct.

Still, it was rude to point it out so obnoxiously. She was making it fucking hard to be the nice guy that she apparently preferred.

“Are you going to get in or not?” I asked slowly as I tried not to bite her head off.

Nonchalance was extremely difficult to portray because my throat still burned where she’d punched me and I was painfully erect.

But I did it.

For her.

Anything for Arabella.

There was a long moment of silence, then an exhale and the flutter of the shower curtain as she climbed into the tub and joined me.

My sweatpants became uncomfortably tight.

Water sprayed down and splattered across the both of us, mixing our scents as her legs brushed against mine as she positioned herself.

I swallowed down a moan.

It didn’t matter that we were both clothed; the knowledge that her skin was so close to mine was enough to make me groan with awareness.

Breathing heavily through my nose, I tried to maintain a calm facade. Unfortunately, that meant I inhaled more of her intoxicating scent.

Blood rushed south.

My head spun with dizziness.