She takes a deep breath and softens her tone, “It really was a slip of the hand.” She refolds the tower and slams it back onto his forehead.
“You’re lying,” Lance says with amusement.
“I’m sorry if I used too much force. I’ll try again,” Andrea says, withdrawing her arm from his grasp, “Anyway, you’re sweating. I’ll get you a change of clothes.”
She dampens another towel and begins to unbutton his dark shirt. As the buttons come undone, his tanned chest is exposed. The muscles seem to shake as he breathes rapidly and feverishly. His hot breath falls on the back of her hand and she can feel his heart racing beneath her hand.
“Why is your heart beating so fast?”
Lance grabs her hands and places her palms over his heart. Andrea tries to pull away, but even when he’s sick he’s strong.
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