“WHAT IN THE hell were you thinking, Shelby?” Chase’s tone is harsh, his words meant to deride and shame me. I can’t say that I blame him for being angry. I’m freshly stitched and clearly in no position to be showering alone. Still, I don’t like the look he’s shooting my way. “You were being an ass. I certainly was not going to ask for help.” He leans forward, arms stretched out, and reaches for me. I try to wiggle backward to evade his grasp, but it’s no use. I have nowhere to go, and I can’t even use my hands to aid in my escape. That is, unless I want to bare myself to him fully. The best I can think is to shut my eyes tightly and hope that he, at the very least, finds my naked form attractive. Sure, I certainly have better things to worry about, but I won’t deny wanting to be found attractive by a handsome male. “Am I hurting you?” Chase’s voice is gentler now, like he is really afraid of the answer.
