The sound of water made my skin crawl. Was I really about to shower with Tanner's brother? Granted, this was a different circumstance than me showering with my ex's brother. This was a human being told to shower with her vampire trainer. He had just accepted my apology and fed me. Both of which Tanner should have done days ago but did not. Finnigan was proving to be a lot sweeter than Tanner had made him out to be. But were his gestures genuine? It was too soon to tell. This could all be an act. Why else would Tanner be so worried about me being with him? Either way, I needed to be good. I owed Finn that much. I sighed. His eyes were on me, waiting to see if I was going to do as I was told and undress.

I slipped off my jeans and made sure to fully avert my eyes from Finnigan. I felt like he was studying me, but I didn't want to know for sure.

My hands gripped my blood-crusted tank top and I lifted it off of my body. Even the light fabric brushing up against my heavily bruised stomach made me whimper. I was so sore. Every fiber of my being screamed not to remove my bra and underwear. My cheeks were hot with embarrassment. Just get it over with. The faster you shower the faster you can put your clothes back on. I took a deep breath and moved as fast as I could. I slipped off my panties and unhooked my bra, wincing as it slid down my stomach and hit the floor.

Which part do I cover? Up or down? I snuck a glance over at Finn. His body looked like it had been sculpted by the world's most prestigious artists. I had seen his muscular arms earlier, but now I was exposed to all of him. Every inch of his body was the same warm tan tone, from his head down his six-pack all the way to his toes. Shit. Did I really just check him out? Keep your eyes up, Jess, you horn dog. This is Tanner's brother.

Those emerald eyes of his were looking me over as well with his eyebrows raised in worry. "How's your stomach?" He slid open the frosted glass door and stepped into the left side of the shower. I reluctantly followed and slid it shut.

"It's fine," I lied. In a sad attempt to cover myself, I leaned against the shelf that held bottles of soap. It's no use. He's already seen all of me, right when we met.

Finn had been adjusting the temperature of the two shower heads to make them warm enough. "Don't lie to me. I know I broke at least one of your ribs." If he knew then why was he asking? Fuck, I failed another test.

Without warning, he spun around to face me, "I'll make you a deal. You let me feed off of you and you can drink my blood, it'll heal you and I'll get some real food.. How about it?" His eyes searched my face, studying my confused expression. He was asking to feed off of me. Why? He and I both know he could force himself on me and I would have to take it no matter what. This was...weird.

"I appreciate the offer, Finn. But can I ask you something?" I tip-toed around my words. The last thing I wanted to do was disrespect him. If he was anything like Jared, that could happen very easily. Finn stepped back and was letting the water from one of the shower heads run down his body. "You may ask me anything you want. You don't need permission, dear."

I followed his actions and back peddled to the other showerhead. This is probably going to hurt a lot. I tried to be cautious as I leaned my head into the water. I felt like if even water hit my stomach I would scream out in pain.

As I soaked my hair, I watched the water dripping off, deep red from the blood I had laid in. "Why not just feed on me? Vampires don't need their servant's permission for anything. They certainly don't usually make deals with humans."

A chuckle resonated from his side of the shower, "I'm well aware of that. I noticed you were in pain and I felt you did not deserve it. Therefore, I offered you my blood for yours." He stepped towards me and bit down on his wrist. "Drink. That way you can actually enjoy the shower." I took his wrist and sucked on it gently.

When his blood filled my mouth I expected to gag again but it actually tasted bearable. Was I getting accustomed to it or something? As I was drinking, he moved behind me and brushed my soaking hair to one side of my neck.

I shouldn't have taken his wrist, now he was going to sink his teeth into me. I stopped drinking, "A-are you going to drain me? T-tanner didn't know when to stop, and he, he almost killed me." I really didn't want to die naked in the shower of my ex's brother.

"Don't worry. I've been drinking from humans for over two hundred years. I know what I'm doing, hun." He brought his wrist back up to my mouth, signaling me to keep drinking. I obeyed and tried to keep my mind busy on the taste of his blood. I didn't want to think about what he was about to do to me. Tanner was going to be furious.

Finn's lips brushed against my neck. I felt my heartbeat speed up. "Relax," he whispered into my neck. And with that, he sank his fangs into me.

I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of the pain. Instead, all I felt was a small pinch and the gentle suction that came after. I dropped his wrist and it fell to his side. How did that feel so nice? Tanner's fangs felt like daggers that night, but Finn had somehow made his bite feel so smooth. Before I could ask myself any more questions I felt him pull away from me. He was already done? "Y-you're done?" I blurted, shocked.

He wiped his lips off on the back of his hand and walked back to his showerhead to start shampooing his hair. "Mhm. Do you feel any better?"

I stared at him, bewildered. He barely drank anything. I know he wants more, I could see it in his now dark green eyes. Was it because he knew I was scared? He went easy on me. I shook my head. "Why are you so damn nice to me," I whispered to myself. Apparently, it wasn't silent enough. Finn was suddenly inches from me.

I stepped back until my head touched the stone wall. He had cornered me. Shit. I lowered my head, instant regret stung my stomach. His hot breath hit my forehead. "Would you rather me be mean, little one?" The demeaning tone coming off of his lips made me shiver. His mood had flipped. What was once smooth and sweet was now seductive and low. Finn grabbed a hold of my wet hair and lightly tugged it, forcing my head to look up at him. Our eyes locked on each other.

"N-no. I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean it as a bad thing si- I mean Finn. I just." I paused. The only way for him to understand my confusion was for me to tell him Tanner's warning to me. But what if that just makes him angrier? Ugh. I'm in a deep hole here.

"It's just what? Tell me the truth, Jess. Would you rather be down in the basement alone? That can easily be arranged."

"No!" I blurted and smacked my hand over my mouth. "Please don't hurt me," I whispered behind my hand. "Tanner told me what you're capable of... I know what you've done..."

That struck a nerve. Finn bit his lip and stepped back, his face expressionless. He took a seat on the bench and patted the spot next to him. Without a word I followed and sat down. He turned and looked at me, his dark green eyes digging into my soul, "What exactly am I capable of, Jess?"