Look away!
I couldn’t tear my focus off his groin. His heavy ballsack would’ve been impressive if it weren’t for a cock that was thick and long even while flaccid.
“Jesus, Summer!” he barked and snapped his towel off his shoulders. He tried to jump for his bedroom, but his foot slipped.
He skidded and banged a shoulder against the wall. “Fuck.”
“Jonah!” I ditched my boots and ran toward him.
He tried to stabilize himself, but he was whipping his towel around to cover his genitals and it unbalanced him more. He teetered on one leg, hit the wall again, and slid down, grunting the entire way.
Shit, shit, shit. I got to his side and knelt by him. His knees were bent, the left side at a sharper angle than I’d seen before.
“Fuck!” He straightened his left leg with a wince. Pain twisted his features and he was breathing heavily.
“What can I do?” I took inventory of him. No blood. Only lots of hot skin and—my gaze skated away.
His incredulous dark eyes cut into me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I batted away the irritation his tone caused. He had every right to be upset. “Are you okay?”
He grunted and dropped the towel over his lap. The back of his head thudded against the wall. “I will be.”
His eyes were pinched and his breathing was shallow.
“Where do you hurt?”
“My pride,” he muttered and rolled to sit squarely on his bare ass.
“I’m sorry.” I’d messed up. He would’ve been fine without me, but I’d gotten into my head. I’d jacked things up again. “I brought you some groceries. I wasn’t sure how much you’ve been able to make it to town.”
His stare turned disbelieving once again. “You brought me groceries?”
“Produce mostly. So you don’t get scurvy.” Oh, god. Listen to me. Had Mama heard what I’d just heard? Lame excuses to see a man I might have an eternal flame for?
“Christ, Summer.” He closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate on his breathing. “I’m not a pirate.”
“That’s the thing. Did you know that rural folks used to get scurvy if they didn’t get the right nutrients? It makes sense though, right? Like, we’re in the middle of nowhere and can be isolated for long periods of time. My grandpa Bailey had scurvy as a kid.”
He cracked an eye open, stark disbelief shimmering in the dark depths of his iris. “You brought me groceries because your grandpa had scurvy like eighty years ago?”
My cheeks smoldered while I did the calculations. “Well, it would’ve been more like ninety years ago.”
We held each other’s gaze for a moment, then he shook his head. “Can you give me a moment? I want to stand up without mooning you.”
I hadn’t gotten a good view of his ass yet. Based on the rest of this body, I bet the view was spectacular.
“Summer?”
Oh. I hadn’t moved. I was still crouched next to him, my hand on his blistering hot shoulder. “Sorry,” I squeaked and popped up. I ran to the kitchen and stood by the table. I pressed my fingertips into my forehead. Outside, past the living room windows, the snow was falling heavier than before, large clumps of flakes hitting the ground and piling deep.
If I didn’t leave now, I’d be stuck here, but I couldn’tbring myself to go. I had to make sure he was okay. I was the reason he was hurt. Again.
Jonah
I sat on my bed, my head hanging and my forearms pressed into my thighs. My left leg throbbed after getting jackknifed. The slam into the wall had reignited the pain I sometimes got in my shoulder.
Was Summer still here? I wanted her gone as much as I didn’t want her to leave.
