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delay putting them back on as long as possible. Maybe it would give her skin a rest. She shook the clothes out over the bathtub, brushing them down with the damp washcloth.
Then she plucked the cheap hair dryer from its nest in the wall and set to drying her dripping panties. She’d gotten them down to the point of being damp when a knock on the bathroom startled her. She projected her voice through the door, “What’s up?”
“Breakfast is served,” Eli called through the door. “We need to hit the road soon, so be as quick as you can. I want a shower, too.”
Images of Eli in the shower flowed through her mind before she could stop them, and she scratched another itch where it had cropped up behind her ear.
She gritted her teeth against the clammy feeling of her damp underwear as she pulled them up her legs. She pulled on the rest of her clothes, hoping to warm her underwear through incubation. She opened the door to find Eli sitting on his bed, bags from McDonald’s spread around him, a sheepish smile on his face.
“I assumed breakfast at McDonald’s held as much draw as supper,” he offered. Abilene smiled at the gesture. She knew from his face last night when she’d requested the fast food chain that he was not a Ronald fan, and it warmed her that he would suffer through another greasy meal for her.
She ducked her head in acknowledgment of his guess and reached out to take the hot coffee he extended toward her. Another infernal itch protested from the back of her thigh, and she rubbed it through her jeans. She opened her mouth to ask him if he was experiencing similar rash-like symptoms — maybe they could figure out the problem by comparing notes — when she became aware that he was looking at her with an expression that resembled … liking her or something. His eyes were soft. He wore a half-smile. He wasn’t being horrible.
Maybe it had been better when he was a jerk. His current expression was doing funny things to her insides. She thought back to yesterday. He hadn’t been that angry man who’d snatched her from the supply closet since finding out she’d been a doctor for only three weeks, and therefore, not a participant in his imprisonment.
Which didn’t mean he wasn’t bat-shit crazy. She needed to sit down and have a serious talk with her libido. Something along the lines of We will not be jumping the bones of anyone who kidnaps us, drags us to the Bible belt, and thinks he’s Frankenstein’s monster.
He reached forward and wrapped one of her damp curls around his finger, then moved his hand from her hair to trail down the side of her face. She shivered and scratched her itching stomach. She pulled away from his touch and stepped back to put distance between them. It was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
The uncomfortable itchy feeling spread to cover her whole body. She frowned and looked at Eli again, making a connection between him and the rash-like feeling that alarmed her.
His face grew bemused at her scrutiny. “Um, I’ll go ahead and hop into the shower, okay?” He backed away carefully, and she wondered what she must look like to have him treating her so delicately. “Can we be ready to go in about five minutes?”
She nodded, her thoughts embroiled in her hypothesis. She didn’t even notice when he closed himself into the bathroom. Her mind was flipping through case studies she’d gone through in her classes.
Case studies about addiction and withdrawal.
Smokers often exhibited a nervous, twitchy itchiness as they struggled not to smoke. She felt an itchy feeling when she longed for Eli. When Eli was near her. When she pulled from his touch.
Damn, damn, damn !
She was going through withdrawal. From Eli! Was she addicted to him? Her mind returned to the case studies. She’d never come across any studies concerning addiction to another person. It sounded far-fetched and unlikely. For her to become addicted to him, he would have to be producing
Then she plucked the cheap hair dryer from its nest in the wall and set to drying her dripping panties. She’d gotten them down to the point of being damp when a knock on the bathroom startled her. She projected her voice through the door, “What’s up?”
“Breakfast is served,” Eli called through the door. “We need to hit the road soon, so be as quick as you can. I want a shower, too.”
Images of Eli in the shower flowed through her mind before she could stop them, and she scratched another itch where it had cropped up behind her ear.
She gritted her teeth against the clammy feeling of her damp underwear as she pulled them up her legs. She pulled on the rest of her clothes, hoping to warm her underwear through incubation. She opened the door to find Eli sitting on his bed, bags from McDonald’s spread around him, a sheepish smile on his face.
“I assumed breakfast at McDonald’s held as much draw as supper,” he offered. Abilene smiled at the gesture. She knew from his face last night when she’d requested the fast food chain that he was not a Ronald fan, and it warmed her that he would suffer through another greasy meal for her.
She ducked her head in acknowledgment of his guess and reached out to take the hot coffee he extended toward her. Another infernal itch protested from the back of her thigh, and she rubbed it through her jeans. She opened her mouth to ask him if he was experiencing similar rash-like symptoms — maybe they could figure out the problem by comparing notes — when she became aware that he was looking at her with an expression that resembled … liking her or something. His eyes were soft. He wore a half-smile. He wasn’t being horrible.
Maybe it had been better when he was a jerk. His current expression was doing funny things to her insides. She thought back to yesterday. He hadn’t been that angry man who’d snatched her from the supply closet since finding out she’d been a doctor for only three weeks, and therefore, not a participant in his imprisonment.
Which didn’t mean he wasn’t bat-shit crazy. She needed to sit down and have a serious talk with her libido. Something along the lines of We will not be jumping the bones of anyone who kidnaps us, drags us to the Bible belt, and thinks he’s Frankenstein’s monster.
He reached forward and wrapped one of her damp curls around his finger, then moved his hand from her hair to trail down the side of her face. She shivered and scratched her itching stomach. She pulled away from his touch and stepped back to put distance between them. It was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
The uncomfortable itchy feeling spread to cover her whole body. She frowned and looked at Eli again, making a connection between him and the rash-like feeling that alarmed her.
His face grew bemused at her scrutiny. “Um, I’ll go ahead and hop into the shower, okay?” He backed away carefully, and she wondered what she must look like to have him treating her so delicately. “Can we be ready to go in about five minutes?”
She nodded, her thoughts embroiled in her hypothesis. She didn’t even notice when he closed himself into the bathroom. Her mind was flipping through case studies she’d gone through in her classes.
Case studies about addiction and withdrawal.
Smokers often exhibited a nervous, twitchy itchiness as they struggled not to smoke. She felt an itchy feeling when she longed for Eli. When Eli was near her. When she pulled from his touch.
Damn, damn, damn !
She was going through withdrawal. From Eli! Was she addicted to him? Her mind returned to the case studies. She’d never come across any studies concerning addiction to another person. It sounded far-fetched and unlikely. For her to become addicted to him, he would have to be producing
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