Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 71

Xena's POV

"Are you angry?" he asked.

"No, I just hope she forgives me," I replied, my mind still replaying the events of the

night.

"Maybe she'll feel better after she showers and rests," Ryder said, his hand resting on my

hip.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I heard the car door opening.

"We're home," Ryder said softly. He got out and helped me down from the car.

"How come you don't seem to be in pain?" I asked, feeling the ache throughout my entire

body.

"I blacked out, so my muscles didn't get strained like yours did when you were thrown

from the car," he explained.

I frowned, considering his explanation. It made sense, but I was still surprised at how quickly he'd recovered. Every muscle in my body was screaming in protest, yet he seemed completely fine.

"How's your arm feeling?" I asked. The sun was rising, but thankfully we hadn't encountered anyone. Ryder led me straight to his room.

"Stay here," he muttered, walking to his closet. He pulled out one of his T-shirts. "Do you

want to take a shower?"

"Yes, thank you," I answered, hoping the hot water would ease my pain.

Ryder walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I followed him and

had set out female soap and various bath products, everything I

slightly irritated.

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grinned smugly. "I had them bought for you.

So..."

instantly lightened, the jealousy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "You didn't

"Didn't think of it."

I said, grabbing some shampoo, conditioner, and body wash

them in the shower.

need

I could see he

was

space. "Ryder,

down to give me a

a minute, it felt amazing. I washed my hair and body, then just stood there, letting the water massage my muscles. They should be better by tomorrow. After getting out, I

my hair and

"Still alive?" Ryder asked.

felt really good." He was

to two white pills

trusted he wouldn't

"Tylenol."

asked as I took the pills and climbed

"The Tempest."

Shakespeare," I

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seemed surprised by

few years ago. Not my favorite of his

down and turned off the light. The blinds were drawn, making the room completely dark. I

on with steam coming out. Testing my muscles, I was still sore, but feeling much better. My stomach growled. The clock showed 2:31 PM. Damn, I'd slept a long

about to head out when I noticed my suitcase by the closet. I pulled out a pair of underwear, loose shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top, and changed into them. I had just tied

damp, falling casually across his forehead, complemented by a light beard that gave him a mature sexiness. The towel covered only the essentials, revealing his perfect chest and muscular arms. His body was

scrapes.