She muttered something about this being the weirdest, sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.
Good.
Let it be weird. Let everyone else in her life call her dramatic and inconvenient and too much work. I’d take the work. I’d memorise every small, quiet thing her body needed and bulldoze the world to give it to her.
My girl wasn’t getting infections, pain, or neglect on my watch.
A moment later, the flush went, water ran, and she washed her hands, moving slowly, carefully. When she reached for the edge of the vanity to balance, I was already there, sliding an arm under her knees and lifting her again.
“Vince, I can walk.”
“I know.” My grip tightened. “I don’t want you to.”
She went quiet at that, arms sliding around my neck, face burying in my shoulder like she’d accepted defeat to gravity and my control.
Back in the bedroom, I set her down in the centre of the mattress and climbed in beside her, dragging her gently onto my chest. One hand went straight to her spine, mapping it again, checking every muscle for tension.
She exhaled, long, the sound punching straight through my ribs.
“Comfortable?”
She nodded against me. “I like it here.”
Good.
My hand kept moving, slow, steady strokes down her back. My mind ran its own possessive checklist, water next time, painkillers stocked in the drawer, different positions when she wasn’t already worn out from work, more lube, longer warm-up, better pillows.
Hypervigilant. Obsessive. Exactly what I’d warned her about. She got the full weight of it now.
I was going to make sure she never walked away from our bed thinking sex meant pain without care.
“You okay?” Fingers brushed up and down her spine.
Her body softened even more. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
She nuzzled closer. “You’re very… thorough.”
“Get used to it.” My mouth pressed into her hair. “You’re everything to me. I look after everything that touches you. Including me.”
She went quiet long enough that I wondered if she’d slipped under. Then a tiny, sleepy huff.
“Okay, Daddy.”
Yeah.
I was fucked.
18
Vince
She was still asleep when I opened my eyes.
Curled against me, mouth parted slightly, legs tangled through mine. My hand had stayed on her back all night. I'd fallen asleep, tracing the faint marks I had left there.
Her fingers curled in my chain. Fuck I love that. Ireallyfucking loved that.
