“You asked.”
“Yeah, but you don’t need to tell me.” She looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads.
“I don’t lie, Hayley. If you ask a question, make sure you really want to know the answer, because I will tell you.” I have no reason to lie, and honestly, I consider it a sign of weakness.
“You’re making a mess of that. Give it to me.”
She snatches the needle and thread from my hand, and I watch her face as she concentrates on my wound. The needle goes through and then through again. She does some weird things with the stitch that closes the wound tighter than I could do myself.
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to stitch.”
“I don’t, but I do sew-in weaves. Figured it can’t be too different. Also, the thought of causing you pain isn’t unappealing.” She smiles up at me as she pushes the needle through my skin again.
I maintain my composure, even though it still hurts. “I’m not really into that kind of kink, but for you, I’d give it a go.” I wink and watch her cheeks turn a nice shade of red.
It’s good to know she’s not completely unaffected by me. Because standing this close to her, having her hands touch me, has my cock fucking hard. I’m glad she’s focused on my arm and not somewhere south, because there is no hiding the way my sweats are tented.
“Ew.” Hayley scrunches up her face. “Never going to happen.”
“Never say never, Hayley,” I tell her. Because by the end of these two weeks, I will have her in my bed. Squirming beneath me and begging me to fill her cunt.
The needle pushes in deeper, and I flinch.That fucking hurt.When she smiles up at me again, I know she did that on purpose.
“There. All done,” she says with a sweet voice that goes straight to my dick. She washes her hands and then walks out of the bathroom.
After cleaning up and covering the wound with another piece of gauze, I find Hayley in the living room digging through her bag.
“Looking for something?” I ask her.
“My sanity, because surely I’ve lost it,” she replies, and I laugh.
“Pretty sure you’ve still got plenty of that, babe.” I turn and head into the kitchen.
“It’s Hayley, notbabe. I am not your babe!” she yells at me.
“For the next two weeks, you are,” I yell back. I don’t get it. Any other woman would be jumping at the chance to play my fake anything. Not her, though.
I take out ingredients and start chopping a variety of vegetables to make omelets for us.
When Hayley walks into the kitchen, she looks from the counter up to my face. “Do you not own shirts?”
“Why? Is my nakedness distracting you?” My lips tilt up. Knowing how much she likes my body, I decided not to put a shirt on. I caught her looking. I want her to keep looking.
“More like it makes me queasy. What are you doing?” She gestures to the counter.
“Making breakfast.”
“Vegetables are not breakfast,” she tells me.
“They are when they’re in an omelet,” I tellher.
“Do you have any cereal? Lucky Charms? Froot Loops? Reese’s Puffs?”
I shake my head and laugh. “Those are not cereal, Hayley. They’re just sugar.”
“The boxes say they’re cereal, so… I’m taking that as a:no, you don’t have actual breakfast food?” She sits on the stool opposite me. “Do you have coffee?”
“I have coffee.” I move to the other side of the kitchen and turn on the machine. I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I keep it on the rare occasion I do indulge.
