As Sam emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist Grace bit her lip and tried not to stare. Really, that was quite unfair. Nobody should be allowed to look that good. The planes of his chest glistened with sweat or water and she had a momentary fantasy about going over there and licking it off him. Fuck! She was mad at him. Stop this. She turned away as he dressed, and was vaguely disappointed to find him fully clothed when she turned back. She sighed at her idiocy. Keep it professional. No drama.
Grace grabbed the first aid kit and started trying to patch up her shoulder. She fumbled with the dressing and thanked god that it had been her left shoulder that had been slashed. It was awkward enough trying to get a bandage on with her good hand. She dropped it and muttered string of profanities. Grace pulled another out and scowled at it.
Soft hands glided over hers and took the bandage. She froze. Sam gently fixed it on, and brushed his fingers over her shoulders. She shivered involuntary.
"You don't have to everything alone." He said. Grace glared at him but he didn't look smug, just a little sad. She mumbled a thank you.
"Where's your tool of a brother anyway?" She asked to break the silence.
"He somehow avoided getting as muddy as us, so he's at the bar." Said Sam.
"Probably trying it on with some poor, unsuspecting girl." She retorted.
"Probably." He agreed. Grace wandered over to the mirror and started applying her makeup.
"He's not all that bad." He said after a moment.
"The only reason he hasn't tried it on with me is he knows I'd chop his balls off in his sleep." She growled. Sam chuckled.
"You hungry?" he asked. Now he mentioned it, she was ravenous.
"Hell yeah. I could kill a beer and burger." She said.
"Please, no killing anyone tonight. I want a good night's sleep for once." He joked, and sent her a cheeky grin. She laughed and chewed her lip, staring at his.
"Let's go." She said.