Emily shot him a sharp glance, locking eyes with his playful expression. A wave of embarrassment and frustration washed over her, irritated at being so easily read.
“Who’s shy?” she snapped, quickly yanking the belt from his waist and tossing it to the floor with a huff. In one swift motion, she removed his pants and stood upright. "Do you need me to take off your underwear too?"
“If you’re willing, I won’t object,” Nicholas replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
Emily scoffed, “I’d rather avoid bad luck.”
Because of his injuries, Nicholas couldn’t take a full shower and had to settle for wiping down. When Emily began helping, her earlier embarrassment seemed to dissipate, and she carried on with calm efficiency. After finishing, she wrung out the towel and tossed it into his lap. “You can dry yourself. I’ll wait outside. Let me know when you’re done.”