"Kitten... it's hot," he groaned, giving me a pained look. "Help me."
"Sh-shower," I stuttered, swallowing again. "Cold shower."
"You'd have to get in with me," he said with a cheeky grin. "I doubt that a cold shower would do jack-sh.it in that situation."
"D-do you need ice or something?" I asked.
Cutter reached out, grabbing my hand and yanking me forward. I was taken by surprise and fell right on top of him. And then I panicked about being so close to him. I tried to scramble away, but all it did was make things worse.
In the end, I was straddling Cutter while he held me tightly to his chest.
"Cutter," I whispered.
"Not enough," he grumbled under his breath.
I was able to lean back enough to look at his face. He looked like he was in pain, and like he couldn't focus. I had no i
