FIA
The corner of his mouth lifted. "What is funny about helping out my mate?"
"Cian."
"Fia. Are you having dirty thoughts?"
We stood there as the bond hummed between us. He didn't hide a thing and neither did I. It felt like he genuinely wanted to help out.
I sighed. "Fine. But you keep your hands to yourself."
"I make no promises."
"Cian."
"I'm joking." He held up his hands in surrender. But his eyes were dancing with something that looked suspiciously like mischief. "Mostly."
I shook my head and pushed open the door to my room.
The space was nothing like I'd left it. The bed already made. And my clothes which draped over the chair in the corner were gone, probably washed, dried and folded somewhere already.
I moved toward the bathroom and Cian followed.
I turned on the water and let it run until steam started rising. I also added some chamomile oil.
Cian leaned against the doorframe, watching me.
"You going to stand there the whole time?" I asked.
