Free Click (A Night Fire Novel Book 2) by TM Watkins

them.
    I stretched back further, my stupid shirt rolled up my stomach. Casually I pulled it back down, trying to hide my screwed up, wincing face from Austin.
    “I swear that little takeaway shop could be the death of my waistline.”
    Instead of a laugh or even a slight chuckle, Austin picked up his last dim sim and waived it under my nose.
    “Ugh, don't. I love them but I can't.”
    “Sure? Last chance.”
    “I'm sure even if I think I'll regret it in a minute.”
    Without even a second offering it was gone, Austin munched on it with a wicked glint as he packed up the plates and tubs.
    “You need to wash the other stuff off before you put that stuff on.”
    I picked up the packet, studying the box.
    “It's all herbal or hippie... something.” he crinkled his nose. “Anyway get in the shower.”
    “I won't be able to reach my back.” I said suggestively.
    Austin stood with his arms full, the wicked nature was gone.
    “It would be wise that you do it without me Abigail, you aren't in any state to be misbehaving.”
    I pressed my lips together with a wry smile as I stood up from the lounge. Doing it in such a short and swift move wasn't easy and it did hurt but at least it was getting easier. Or I was becoming more tolerant to the pain. One of them.
    “Fine. Miss out then. Enjoy doing the dishes.”
    “Yeah, yeah. I'll put the cream on you.” he leaned in closer. “And for the entire time, you can think about what you would be getting if you hadn't got sunburned.”
    My mouth went slack as I stared at him, in an instant I snapped back and pressed my lips together in a long, thin line. He chuckled as I narrowed my gaze, pinning them to him. Worse yet, he moved into the villa, ignoring my indignation.
    I really was suffering. I had effectively put a kibosh on us having sex until I was no longer pink and in pain. My life sucked.

Chapter Nine
     
    Night had fallen fast, on the other side of the window it was pure black. The wind had dropped and even though it was incredibly hot, I wasn't bothered by it. Maybe it was because I had just come out of the shower. The windows were open in a vain attempt and getting some ventilation but it wasn't working. It concerned me that a storm was brewing. I didn't want to be stuck on an island in the middle of a tropical storm or worse, a hurricane. No, worse than a hurricane or a storm would be being evacuated. It would be the end of the holiday without a chance of a do-over. That would suck big time. At the moment, I had a chance of having at least one day of fun, provided that the skin healing goes well. If not then I would have to go home and hope that whatever my future held, it contained...
    “Ugh. Don't Abigail.” I whispered angrily. “He warned you away, listen to him before you get hurt.”
    In showering and washing the last of the tacky gel off me, I managed to loosen a lot of the skin. It was gross, I was peeling already. The shower was refreshing and left me feeling pretty damned good but not anymore, shedding skin was just down right gross.
    As I wrapped the towel around my body and walked out to the bedroom, I could hear the soft patter of a conversation. It was possible that Monique was back, she did seem rather reluctant to leave tonight. Maybe she felt guilty for abandoning me and had returned to help me.
    And help me, she had. A tall glass of water sat on my bedside along with two tablets. Greedily I sank them back, drinking all of the water.
    I flicked on the fan over my bed, standing under it which was a complete waste of time. All that it was doing was pushing hot air around. This weather sucked. It sucked the life out of me. It was draining, a minute out of the shower and I was ready to get back in there.
    I laid stomach down and waited, Monique wouldn't mind doing the cream.
    A soft click made me jump, I had fallen asleep. The bed beside me depressed and a sharp, brutal coldness hit my back. A long line of a chill that made my body tighten.
    “Easy does