Burn the truth (ENG)

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I kept my robe closed as I watched the plumber work on the shower.  Imran was talking to the plumber.

I sniffed at the strong chloride smell around me and shivered.

I shouldn't have gone swimming?

Imran walked out of the bathroom with the man and I frowned as the man stood in front of me.  "It was nice meeting you, miss." My eyes widened as I saw him reach for my hand and I took a step back.

I gave him a short nod and Imran pushed the man out of the room not too kindly.

"Couldn't you have worn something better," Imran grumbled and slammed the door.

I rolled my eyes.  "I'm covered in chloride from the swimming.  No, of course not.''

A grin formed around my lips as I realized something.  "Are you jealous?"

Imran's eyes burned brightly in my direction.  "No."

I raised an eyebrow mockingly.  "Oh yeah?"

"Let's not forget the moment when you stormed off the front desk."

My lips took a discontented shape at the memory of Lissa.

Imran grinned victoriously and walked into the bathroom.  "You have fifteen minutes to shower."

"What?" I frowned confused.

"There's something wrong with the lead." He took a fresh towel from the basket and slung it over his shoulder.  "The plumber tried something for half an hour of clean water."

I bit my lip.  "Can't we get another room?"

"They're all full." His eyes rolled to the clock.  "Time is ticking, Zara.  Should I go otherwise?"

I frowned and plopped on the bed.  ''Just go.''

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A loud scream left my mouth.

The door slammed open and footsteps ran into the bathroom.  "What is it?" I heard Imran ask and I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my body.

"There's conditioner in my eye and it burns!"

I felt his hands pull me out of the cabin through my upper arms.

"Which eye?"

I felt my eye sting.  "Right."

Fingers slid toward it and opened it gently.  I saw a hazy Imran before me.

He held the eyelid slightly open and blew gently on it.  "Better?"

I blinked my eyelashes and nodded slightly.

"Liar."  He turned on the faucet knob.  "Bend over."

My mouth fell open.  "What?"

"Bend over so I can wash your hair. Until your hair is washed, I can't get the liquid out of your eye because then the conditioner will slide over your eye again."  He rolled his eyes.  "Now bend over."

I stood still.

"Zara, your eyes are going to burn."

"But I'm in a towel," I squeaked awkwardly, tightening my grip on the towel.  "A short one might I add."

I heard him scoff. "Nothing I haven't seen." I felt his eyes go over me and I bit my lip nervously.

Rumbling and then I felt something soft pressed into my hands.