"Huh—oh yeah, we do!" I immediately clear my throat and step away, internally cursing myself for being so easily entranced by this goblin. I find the large, flexible shower shield for wounds and turned back to give it to him. When I turn the corner, Vega is already shirtless.
I look away quickly, my cheeks blazing. "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Why are you looking away?" he counters, a hint of dry amusement in his tone. "I need help to put it on."
"Oh," I manage, instantly yelling at myself for overreacting. I step up to him, trying to keep my focus entirely on the plastic shield. The graze is still raw and angry, but the sight of his powerful torso, the lines of muscle pulsing under my fingertips as I stretch the adhesive over his skin, is a potent distraction.
Once the shield is securely in place, forming a neat bubble over the bandage, I drop my hands and take two quick steps back. I give a jerky nod. "It's done."
