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know I should be enjoying myself, relaxing and allowing myself to feel every single touch, every amazing kiss. But in the warmth of the shower and Cole’s body, I’m worried I might faint. Why am I so nervous?
    “You feel incredible,” he says between kisses.
    His lips leave mine, and he kisses my cheek, my chin, and down the trail of my neck, across my collarbone, and back up my neck. It’s nearly impossible to steady my breathing. Next, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, and I let him. Of course I let him. I crave him.
    We’ve been deprived of closeness for so long. I run my fingers down his back, and he presses me harder against the wall. He licks away the water from my mouth and kisses my lips with urgency. Suddenly, I can’t remember where I am. I can’t recall my name.
    I can hardly hold myself upright any longer, and I start to slip.
    “Easy, girl, I got you.”
    Cole holds me up and hands me a bar of soap that smells like roses and an orange washrag that looks like it’s been through the shredder. And in that moment, I have everything I need.
    “We better hurry,” he says. “The water’s already getting cooler.”
    I respond with a shiver and rush to clean the grimy layers off my skin, hardly able to focus with Cole standing so close. We switch places, and I wash his back, putting the soap in its small dish on the shower tiles.
    As he reaches up, a tiny, wiggling object drops in front of my face, its eight legs unmistakably searching for a landing spot.
    A scream escapes my lips, and my hands search for a shower handle as my feet slide out from beneath me. Darkness clouds my vision, and then nothing.

 
     
    When I open my eyes, I’m lying in the bed with my knees to my chest. The faint glow of a half-melted candle sits next to the bed. My breathing is steady. I feel Cole’s warm arms wrapped around me, my back up against him. His fingers lightly stroke my hair, and I know I’m safe.
    “I’m so sorry,” I manage to say.
    “Don’t,” he says. “Please, don’t apologize.” He squeezes me tight. “I’m right here, like I promised I’d be.”
    “I ruined—”
    “Nothing, you’ve ruined nothing.” He kisses the back of my head. “The spider’s to blame, not you, but don’t worry, he paid for it. Nasty bugger was huge. You should’ve heard the noise when I squashed—”
    “Cole!”
    “I know, but seriously, he was the size of my fist.”
    “Stop it.”
    “Okay, I’m done.” He tucks my hair behind my left ear and whispers, “Any chance you’d be able to sleep? Blacking out doesn’t exactly count.”
    I turn my head to the left to glimpse him out of the corner of my eye. The flickering candle gives off just enough light for my eyes to settle on his face. My heart sinks. He’s beautiful. There’s no denying that. “Maybe, if you hold me tight. Really, really tight. I should be able to.”
    He kisses my check. “Go to sleep then, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
    His words comfort my soul, so I give in to exhaustion and drift off to sleep.
     
     

     
     
    The sun peeks through holes in the slats covering the windows, casting slivers of light across the bed, and I blink away the crust sealing my eyes. It’s gotta be around 7:30 . The candle next to the bed has burned into a lump of white wax. A yawn escapes my lips as I arch my back and stretch. My hair falls down my back in brown, curly waves. I reach for Cole, but he’s gone. Panic bolts through me as I sit straight up, searching the room for any sign of him.
    “Morning.” Cole stands in the doorway looking handsome in his boxer-briefs.
    “Morning.” I smile briefly, feeling cautiously relieved. He sits next to me and hands me a bowl of something hot. It feels almost normal sitting in bed with Cole serving me breakfast. Well, more normal than hiding in abandoned buildings and scrounging for food.
    “It’s not gourmet, but it’ll do.” He winks at me as I examine it with