“As lovely as it sounds, the shower cabin is rather small, and I’d probably end up knocking you over instead of helping you.”
Huh?Jason had been looking forward to at least a stiffening of Tom’s shoulders.
“I’ll tell you what, though.” Tom turned around and fiddled with the knob on the stove. “After dinner, I’ll run you a bath, and you can soak for a bit without wetting your hand.”
“You’ll sit with me in the tub?” Jason should stop, he knew he should. Tom was being friendly, and Jason shouldn’t tease.
Tom sighed. “Go on. Get out of your wet clothes. Food will be ready in about half an hour.”
Jason’s stomach growled at the thought of food. He was even hungrier than he’d realised. He should get out of his wet clothes but changing was such an enormous task. His feet were worst; they still burned from the cold. He hoped he wouldn’t end up getting sick.
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