He rose up, but I again caught hold of his hand to stop him. "It will take a while for the antidote to set in. Until then, I need to keep you warm. That is the most important thing at the moment. I'll run you a bath."
When I replied, "You're really warm, Storm," his eyes showed that he understood what I meant because he looked down at me. Storm, I want to sleep, not take a shower; I did that all night before coming to see you.
Storm gave me a long, thoughtful glance before returning to his thoughts. He struggled with himself. He wasn't entirely certain.
I begged, "Storm, please," and he nodded through a labored sigh. Please just put me to sleep.
Storm held up a hand before removing his baggy black cotton shirt. I longed to reach out and touch the scars on his broad, muscle-filled chest. He appeared to have been cut out of a tree. It was obvious that it would be challenging before I even touched his chest.
