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him up as he swayed a little. “Come on, Kit. We need to get your temperature down.”
    Shutting the door, I pulled him up the stairs and into my bathroom, sitting him on the toilet, running over to start a bath. I had to make it warm, but not hot. It was one sure way of getting his temperature down quickly.
    As the bath was running, I went back to Kit and started trying to take his coat off. When I looked at him, he was just staring at me like he was transfixed. After I got his coat off, I felt his finger brush a strand of hair away from my face.
    At that moment, everything stopped. I could hardly breathe. It was only the slightest of touches, but it warmed my heart so much, it almost burned. Right now, my insides were on fire.
    Looking up, I met his eyes. Those cool blue-grey eyes that looked so lost and afraid. What was he afraid of? Who could he be afraid of? Surely not me. By the size of Kit, he could crush me if he wanted to. I just couldn’t understand him.
    “I didn’t know where else to go.”
    I could barely hear him, but I felt my eyes glisten a little at his confession. I wanted so much to know more, but he needed to get well first. I needed him to get better.
    I tried taking his top off, but he stopped me. “Kit, always know you have a place here. Please. Let me help you.”
    He stared at me a moment, then nodded his head slightly. I took that as his permission, so I pulled the sweater over his head. Catching my breath, I stared at his chest. So toned, so defined, so muscular. But the thing that struck me the most were his tattoos. He had several of them. Some of them decipherable, others not. He had some Japanese scripture wrapped around both arms. His chest had two birds holding onto a big heart, their wings spread wide, the heart shining as if it were the sun. Underneath, there was more Japanese scripture. I was sure it meant something, but I didn’t think he would tell me if I asked. The one that was the most confusing was one on his upper arm. It had a skull with two keys crossing on either side. On the skull was the number twenty-four.
    I had so many questions, but I knew I would never get the answers. Not if I pressured him. I bet he must have been desperate if he admitted defeat and came here.
    Once I removed his boots and socks, all that was left were his trousers. I stood up and bit my lip. “Umm…” Do I help take them off ? I didn’t know what to do. Kit was still sitting there, shivering. At times, it seemed he just zoned out for a moment. I was worried he was becoming delirious.
    “Kit, we need to take your jeans off.” He didn’t move or say anything, so I walked to the bath and turned it off. I walked back to Kit and pulled on his arm. Eventually, I got him to stand, then I slowly started undoing the buttons of his pants.
    Kit suddenly threw his arms around me. I thought he would smell from living on the streets, but all that met my nose was a sexy, musky smell. I didn’t know what it was, but it hit my nostrils, then it hit something else. Something it shouldn’t be hitting.
    Trying to ignore my arousal, I carried on undoing his jeans. They fell to the floor, but I was afraid to look down. What if he was going commando?
    I couldn’t stand there all day, though…no matter how good having Kit’s arms wrapped around me felt. I may have been turned on, but I could still feel how hot he was. It was like having a furnace pressed against me.
    Knowing I couldn’t put it off any longer, I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a pair of boxer shorts.
    “Kit.” I nudged him a little, but he didn’t move. “Kit.” I nudged him again and his head slipped to my neck. I felt his hot breath against my skin and my knees nearly turned to jelly.
    “Olivia,” he whispered against my neck.
    I moaned. I couldn’t help it. This man. This…insubordinate, moody, frustrating man was reducing me to a withering mess. All he did was say my name, but it was enough to have my eyes