Battle Scars
“Bran shook his head as he stepped in behind me and placed his hands on my waist. I banged on the shower head and cursed as the temperature failed to increase.
Bran ducked over my shoulder, letting the water soak his hair. “Not too bad, but when winter comes—”
“I’ll worry about that later.” I reached for the soap, trying to shake the lethargy out of my bones. “I’ll ask Jess if we’ve got any plumbing connections. Might be able to barter something for a new heater. We’ll need it in a few m...onths.”
His hands slicked over my soapy breasts. “I don’t mind making our own heat for a bit.”
“That’s fine when it’s warm outside. Wait until there’s frost on the windows and you’ll be wanting your hot water.” I winced as he touched my hip. “Ouch.”
“That’s going to take a bit of time to go away. Hell of a bruise.” He ran his hand along my left arm, stroking the new scar.MoreLess
Bran ducked over my shoulder, letting the water soak his hair. “Not too bad, but when winter comes—”
“I’ll worry about that later.” I reached for the soap, trying to shake the lethargy out of my bones. “I’ll ask Jess if we’ve got any plumbing connections. Might be able to barter something for a new heater. We’ll need it in a few m...onths.”
His hands slicked over my soapy breasts. “I don’t mind making our own heat for a bit.”
“That’s fine when it’s warm outside. Wait until there’s frost on the windows and you’ll be wanting your hot water.” I winced as he touched my hip. “Ouch.”
“That’s going to take a bit of time to go away. Hell of a bruise.” He ran his hand along my left arm, stroking the new scar.MoreLess
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