Standing before me, almost naked, his masculinity caught me off guard and a rush of desire hit me. Nitro was a powerhouse of hard muscle that went hand-in-hand with his fearless warrior instincts. He didn’t take longer than a few minutes and when he exited the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist, I sucked in a breath at the magnificence of his body. When I arrived back in his room, he was in the shower. Kree loaded me up with ice and a towel to wrap it in. I hurried down to the bar because I figured he had work to get back to and no time to waste. I worked in silence and when I’d cleaned the blood from his face, I said, “I’m going to get some ice for your face.

“Always arguing with me,” he murmured, allowing me to go on. “Yeah, you can, but I’m doing it, so just let me.” His hand landed on mine and he halted my progress. Nitro hissed when I accidentally pressed too hard on his cheek. How could it not be when his journey in life had been dictated by my own? Caring for him had always been my responsibility. My brother had often turned up on my doorstep in this state. Standing in between his legs, I began the task of cleaning up his face. Locating a clean washer in the drawer, I wet it and walked back out to him. I didn’t need him to spell it out for me. “That depends on your definition of winning.” It felt like he either ran from them or got lost in them, but I wasn’t convinced he was often comfortable with them. God, how I wondered what thoughts ran through Nitro’s mind. He held my gaze for a long time before answering me. It was hard to find skin under all the dried blood.

I wasn’t sure why except that for the first time since I’d met him, he seemed like he needed someone.

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