It has been almost 30 minutes now that our group arrived at a hotel.Eros said that it was going to be another 5-6 hours before we reach the packhouse, so we decided to call it a night.
"You can take a shower first, Emira," Eros said the moment we stepped foot into the hotel suite.
His arms tightened once around me before he finally set me down onto my feet.
I wasn"t bothered by what he was insinuating because I knew that it bothered him greatly.
Without another glance at his stiff form, I followed the instinct to dive for the bathroom before Eros busted into beast mode and came after me.
After stepping inside, I carefully closed the bathroom door behind me.
Eros has been acting very differently ever since we left my house.
There was a stiff expression on his face while his entire body was rigid and tightly wound as if he was going to attack.
I knew that he must be uncomfortable around me because of all the scents on my body.
It was probably driving him insane.
And I felt bad but there was really nothing that I could do.
Bleach, acetone or other corrosive substances were quickly crossed off of my list due to the fact that I didn"t want to destroy my skin or turn into a walking skeleton.
With a quick turn, I stripped off all the dirty and b.l.o.o.d.y clothes before cleaning myself in the shower.
I made sure to be as thorough as possible to eradicate all the foreign scents on my body in order to ease Eros" irritation.
By the time I was done, the entire bathroom was rather warm and heated.
I wiped the fog off of the mirror to look at my reflection and noted the slight bags underneath my eyes from lack of sleep.
Before Eros came for me, I have been quite paranoid and scared during the last couple of days.
Sleep was hard to come by because I was always on the lookout for intruders.
I sighed.
At least I didn"t look as crazy as I had thought.
No cuts.
No blood.
Just a little bruising could be seen under my chin.
With that, I towel dried my hair a bit and dug through the stacks of towels to find a white fluffy bathrobe that was almost 2 sizes too big.
At the initial try on, the robe hung loosely around my body, sliding down my shoulders at every opportunity while the length was a tad too long, hanging down to my ankles.
I combed through my damp hair before patting my chest in an attempt to calm myself down.
Why was I so worked up for?
It"s not like Eros is going to do anything to me.
I breathed out deeply and nervously brushed my long locks of hair back.
I noted that there were some sections shorter than others, probably because of all those previous times it was manhandled by those jerks.
Just the thought of giving them another punch in the face made the nervousness settle somewhat.
After a moment, I finally gather enough courage to open the door and peer out.
"Eros?" I called.
I was slightly hesitant to approach because the light in the room had been dimmed, and he was sitting with his back to me.
Eros" hands were clenched tight.
His body was tensed like a wounded spring, and his muscles were tightly corded in tell-tale signs of his anger.
He looked furious, possibly livid with rage and past the point of being consoled.
I was given the feeling of being in the same vicinity as a ticking time bomb that could explode in my face at any minute or like walking on a floor made of eggsh.e.l.ls that would shatter with just one step.
My lips thinned into a line.
Usually, Eros is the one consoling me, not the other way around.
I wasn"t very experienced with how to comfort an Alpha male who"s close to beast mode, but I couldn"t leave him like that.
What kind of soulmate would I be if I left him to suffer?
"Eros," I called as softly as I could while taking tentative and prolonged steps over to him.