Then her lips twitched.
“You’re threatening me,” she said carefully, trying very hard not to laugh, “while crawling on the floor half blind?”
Elias lifted his head.
Even kneeling there in wrinkled clothes with one burning eye and the dignity of a defeated raccoon, the glare he shot her was still dangerous.
“Amara,” he warned in a low voice.
But the next second, he winced hard.
“Fuck—!”
The irritation in his eye had clearly gotten worse. His hand pressed against it instinctively, frustration written all over his face.
Amara’s teasing expression softened slightly.
With a sigh, she finally pushed herself off the wall and walked toward him.
“Okay, enough.”
She bent down and grabbed his arm before he could argue again.
“Come on,” she muttered. “I will help you.”
He didn’t resist as she helped him up and guided him into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
The tiled space was cold, and quiet except for the soft sound of their footsteps. Amara positioned him carefully in front of the sink before stepping away.
“Stay here,” she said shortly.
Elias frowned faintly at the command, but before he could say anything, she had already disappeared back into the bedroom.
A moment later, she returned carrying the chair from the dressing table, dragging it across the floor with a soft scrape. She set it beside the sink and walked straight back to him.
“Sit.”
Her fingers curled around his wrist, tugging lightly.
Elias lowered himself onto the chair with obvious reluctance, broad shoulders stiff with irritation. Even half blind, there wasstill something arrogant about the way he sat there, jaw tight, expensive black shirt slightly undone at the collar.
Amara stepped between his knees without thinking much about it.
The moment she did, Elias went still.
Her hands came up to his face, cool palms framing his jaw as she tilted his head back gently.
“Don’t move,” she warned softly.
The scent of her perfume hit him immediately. Something light and feminine mixed with the faint warmth of her skin. Standing this close, he could feel the brush of her thigh against his knee every time she shifted.
Before he could react, she turned on the showerhead, adjusting the pressure carefully.
Cool water streamed over his face.
Elias hissed under his breath, flinching instinctively.
“What the hell—”