“No hair washing, no nakedness, and no sex,” I snarled, snatching the towel from his hands and storming off into the bathing chamber alone. “But those are all my favorite things!” he shouted behind me, laughing at my indignant slamming of the door between us. It was problematic that he was so attractive when he was joking and flirting. If I was going to do this, I would need to grow thicker skin and build a wall of iron around my heart.
