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I narrowed my eyes on him. If he knew I was hiding here, he could have saved me from stewing in the soupy water during that time by just letting me know.

“You’re an arse,” I muttered.

“An arse?” He laughed. “For leaning against a wall?”

“You know why,” I grunted, walking past him towards the docks so I could take a dive in the briny ocean to rid myself of other people’s filth.

“I’m sorry. Did you want me to let you know you were swimming in your least favorite bath water to avoid me in vain?”

“You dogs and your freaky noses. You could smell me, so I’m sure you could smell the sweat and muck I was bathing in as well,” I snapped.

“Oh, I could. I imagined re-washing you the entire time I was waiting for you to call it quits.”

“Like I said, you’re an arse,” I snapped.

His deep chuckle flamed my irritation, at him and myself for reacting to it. My body begins to relax and tense up again in certain muscles, all reacting to his throaty laughter.

“Ah, your scent suddenly got so much sweete