Black Rainbow (Rainbows 1)

THEA

With Levi in the kitchen making us breakfast, I knew that I had at least twenty minutes to myself. Taking my bag from under his sink, I grabbed my curling iron, shaving gel and my stick of deodorant, along with everything else I needed to make it seem like I was still a damned lady.

This morning I’d felt the roughness of my legs, and I wanted to die. I had planned on shaving yesterday, but he had joined me in the shower, and once again, I forgot everything that I was supposed to be doing with my life.

What was wrong with me?

I sighed, as I turned on the shower.

I didn’t know much about him, but I wanted to. When we first thought of this one-week fling, I honestly thought it would just be sex, a short sweet conversation, maybe some food, and then we would be on our way until the next day. But instead, we were only separated for a few hours, which felt like forever.

“I’m getting addicted,” I confessed to myself. “I’m getting too addicted to Levi Black.”

This should bother me more—

“Aww, fuck!” I screamed at the self-inflicted cut on the back of my heel.

“Thea? Are you alright?”

I didn’t say anything for a moment trying not to scream. It hurt like a mother—

“Thea?” he asked, as he opened the door.

Why hadn’t I locked the door? Damn it! Can’t I just be a little bit sexy sometimes?

“I’m fine,” I called out, “it’s just a little cut…”

He opened the shower curtain and I instinctively I crossed my hands over my chest in an attempt to conceal my nakedness, while trying to balance on my one good leg. I must have looked like an idiot.

“Come out of there, I have some topical.”

“Seriously Levi, I’m okay.”

“Look down,” he instructed.

When I did, I just wanted to crawl under a rock for the rest of my life. Watching my blood go down the drain, staining his bath… it was gross.

“Fine,” I sighed.

I tried to step out of the shower, but he stepped in front of me and picked me up. With me in his arms, he grabbed two towels off of the rack, and we headed into the bedroom. Placing me on the bed, I wrapped one of the towels around myself, while he pressed the second one against my bleeding foot.

Looking at him over, I noticed he was wearing a simple pajama bottom and light cotton shirt… but he also had glasses on.

Even when he wasn’t trying to be sexy, he was sexy, while I, on the other hand, had been busy trying to be sexy, but had instead pulled an Edward Scissorhands on my leg.

Fuck my life.

“Sorry,” he muttered, as I winced when the cream touched my heel.

“Oh please, don’t say sorry, this is embarrassing enough as it is. So much for me trying to be sexy,” I sighed.

He paused for a moment looking up at me like I was crazy— “I came into the bathroom to find you standing under my shower, wet, naked, and beautiful. Then, I got to carry you out of the shower like a man, and now, you’re sitting on my bed, dripping wet, with nothing around you but a towel. The only thing that could make this sexier is this,” he said as he reached up and pulled off my shower cap.

Goddamn it! I forgot I had it on. Why, God? Why?!

“You’re sexy without even trying,” he said, as he planted a light kiss on my kneecap, “now stop ruining this for me.”

I remained silent, allowing him to finish bandaging me up. At least I had finished ninety percent of shaving my legs before I got hurt.