" He nuzzled her neck and then murmured, “I kind of need a favor.”
He sounded . . . softer.
Zane was always so controlled and calm, polite with it, but almost . . . rigid. Now he sounded sleepy and warm and she just wanted to cuddle up against him and sleep.
But he said he needed a favor.
She didn’t let herself tense up.
She’d stopped trusting guys—if she’d ever trusted them—a long time ago. There were a very, very few exceptions. But . . . this was Zane.
He was watching her with a patient, almost knowing look and she had to fight the urge to cringe as he reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“I seem to have misplaced my glasses. Can you help me find them?”
She blinked.
“Is that . . . that’s all you need?”
He pushed a hand through her hair. “Well, I’d love to find a way to solve world hunger, but I’ll settle for my glasses. For now, at least. And maybe that shower, with you. "

― Shiloh Walker , Razed (Barnes Brothers, #2)