When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62
ARTEMISIA

I continue to rub my clothes in the streaming cold water, but I can’t seem to get the paint off.

This is the worst.

Feeling on the verge of crying, I’m glad that they are letting me clean up the mess alone. Even if their concerned looks made me think that they wouldn’t trust me to take care of it by myself.

And maybe they were right.

I keep rubbing my fingers red, but the paint stays on my clothes.

With a deep sigh, I sit on my heels, the cold water seeping into my skin reaching my bones like needles.

Damn it.

“Is everything alright?”

As soon as he asked me, his mouth-watering scent reaches me. I must have been rather panicky to miss that.

Breathing him in gets me to calm down immediately, my heart mending slowly.

“Yeah,” I breathe out and distort my face. “Actually, no.”

Logan laughs and steps into the water to reach me.

“No, Logan! Wait!” I shout as he walks towards me. “It’s too cold.”

He holds out his hand to me, shaking his head. “Look who's talking. Do you want to catch death?”

Same word, same sense, two completely different ways to say it.

Grabbing his hand, I let him help me to my feet. “I’m a failure, Logan. Every task that I helped with ended up being a catastrophe. And everybody is so nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”

“Don’t say that. You are doing fine. It’s normal that you are a bit clumsy because you are nervous and everything is new to you. Let me take you out of the cold first.” He picks me up to carry me out of the water, and I wrap my arms around his neck to lean my head against his chest.

I sigh, as he doesn’t put me down and keeps walking. “And I ruined my dress.”

“I can see that,” he chuckles, making me smile as well. “But we will buy you a new one.”

“How did you find me?” I ask, looking up at him.

He meets my gaze shortly before concentrating back on where he is walking to. “A few pack members mind linked me about you and Fynn fighting on the construction site, so I came to see if you were okay and if the moron was being mean to you again. But you were already gone.”

“Thank you,” I breathe out as I lean my head back against his chest. “I guess Fynn and me… We are just a lost case.”

Logan laughs, making my heart sing, “More for me, then. And he is an idiot if he gives up on someone so wonderful like you.”

“Aaaw,” I whisper, burying my chest into his shirt.

He keeps walking silently while he lets me calm down in the safety of his arms, and we seem to reach the pack house in the blink of an eye.

“Where are we going?” I ask him, looking up at him with a curious expression.

He chuckles as he takes a set of stairs down to the wing that has still not been shown to me. “Somewhere warm.”