I waited until the door closed and then wiggled my boxers down my legs. After taking care of business, I eyed the shower. It was specially built for a person in a wheelchair. It wouldn’t take much for me to get to it, and I so wanted to clean up.
I just didn’t think I could make it from the toilet to the seat in the shower without help. My arms were already shaking from the exertion I had used to get my boxers down. I didn’t think I had the strength to lift myself into the shower, not even using the pulley hanging from the ceiling.
There was only one thing I could do, and it grated on me like razor blades.
Sharp ones.
I wiggled my boxers back into place and then called out, “Stone.”
The door opened immediately as if the man was standing there waiting for me to call out to him.
“Can you help me get to the shower?”
Stone’s eyes moved to the shower and then to the tub. “Wouldn’t the bathtub be easier?”
“Probably, but if I don’t wash my hair, it’s going to stand up and stage a rebellion.”
Stone nodded and leaned down to scoop me up in his arms. When he went to set me down in the tub, I cried out, “Stone, what—”
“I’ll wash your hair for you.”
Oh hell no!my mind screamed.
My body said,Oh hell yes.
Damn.
“Do you still feel like you have to throw up?” Stone asked as he settled me in the tub and turned on the water.
All I could do was sit there and stare at the man.
“Sin?”
I sucked in a shaky breath.
Stone stopped holding his wrist under the water and brought his hand up to my face. “Hey, it’s okay.”
It was so far from okay, it was quickly moving into insane.
“Do you need to throw up?” Stone asked.
Maybe.
I shook my head. “I haven’t thrown up since this morning.”
“Okay, if at any time, you begin to get queasy, let me know. I have a clean bucket just outside the door.”
I wanted Stone to define queasy, because my stomach was one big knot. Not the same kind of knot it had been in for the last few days, but still a knot.
“Wiggle out of those boxers. I’ll go get you a clean pair.”
I waited until Stone left the bathroom before wiggling out of my wet boxers. I tossed them toward the shower, not wanting to put them directly into the laundry hamper when they were sopping wet. I grabbed a clean washcloth off the shelf and covered my exposed groin just as the door opened up and Stone walked back in.
The man stopped and stared at me long enough for me to start growing uncomfortable. Or at least, more uncomfortable than I already was.
I had always dreamed of being naked with Stone.
This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.
