Chapter 200

*LORENZO* Danica winces as she sits up on me. “What is it?” I ask, and I sit up in one swift move so we’re nose to nose. The throw falls to her waist, and I pull it up to keep her warm. She blushes. “I am a little sore.” Fuck! “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because you probably wouldn’t have done that...” she says, averting her eyes and her voice low. “Damned right!” I close my eyes and place my forehead on hers. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I’m an idiot. She places her fingers on my lips. “No. No. Don’t be sorry.” “We don’t have to do this.” What am I saying? “I want to do this. I mean it. I really like it,” she insists. “Danica, you have to talk to me. Tell me. Frankly, I could do this all day with you. But enough. We’re going out. First, though, let’s have a shower and get cleaned up.” I lift her off me, stand up, collect our clothes from the floor, and together we head back upstairs. I turn on the water in the shower as Danica watches me, huddled in the throw, her eyes dark and mysterious.