A sly grin crossed my lips as I looked at Clay and Luke, their post-battle disarray apparent in more ways than one. "You know, Elena wasn't lying when she said y'all needed a shower. And let's be honest, so do I. I think we should all freshen up."Clay chuckled, playfully saying, "I agree. I can smell him from over here."Luke leaned down, his eyes locking onto my toes. While still a bit discolored, the healing was evident. "Okay, I'm in," he conceded, "as long as you promise to stay seated on the bench in there."Luke's arms enveloped me, lifting me effortlessly from the counter and carrying me toward the bedroom. As we entered, his touch felt protective, almost reverent, as he helped me out of my clothes. A sense of vulnerability washed over me, but it was softened by the look in his eyes—gentle, caring, yet tinged with a melancholy I couldn't quite place.Once undressed, Clay swept in, his arms warm and sturdy as he lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom. Luke was already in
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