Chapter 83. The Pressure Of Waiting

“Mellow, get in here,” Zeath groans from the bathroom, while I’m sat in bed with the hope that he would get out of there earlier so I can fucking clean his wounds and sleep.

“What now?” I drawl as I crawl out of bed.

“Get in here. Please I need a towel.”

“Why didn’t you grab it before going in?”

“I thought it was in here.”

Oh, well. Do I have a choice?

I retrieve a folded towel from the wardrobe before heading to the bathroom, only to fucking see Zeath standing in the damn tub in all his damn glory.

I quickly turn around.

“My God! Zeath, you must be insane for not warning me!” I shriek.

“I literally said I didn’t have a towel here. What did you think? Give it to me.”