“Everywhere. And I really need the…”
When he didn’t tease me, just helped me over to the toilet and, with more ease than we should have after such a short acquaintance, helped me stand, tugged down my borrowed boxer briefs, and then guided me onto the toilet seat, I was both relieved and mortified.
Once he stood there, hovering over me, I muttered, “Stan, I’m already letting you see behind the fourth wall here. Don’t build a fifth.”
“Liunissa,it’s only pee. It doesn’t count.”
My nose wrinkled. “Itdoescount. I don’t want to see you pee. Not for ten years at least. So, shoo. Out. Go. Before I yell for your mom to help me again.”
He backed off, but not without quipping, “I’m only going because of the ten years comment. Anyway, you look hot,duci. I’d let you do wicked things to me on the throne.”
“Eww,” I shouted, but I grinned.
Yeah, last night had totally been a fever dream because I shouldn’t be grinning so quickly. Not when grinning hurt like fuck.
Still… “What do you mean wicked things?”
His head popped around the door until I shrieked and, snickering, he retreated. “You could suck me off.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” He peeped around the door again. “You haven’t peed yet.”
“Shy bladder.” I wafted a hand at him then noticed— “You got my ring resized?”
He turned bashful, a feat I didn’t think he was capable of. “Yeah.”
“You’re a sneak, you know that?”
That was the second time he’d managed to slide it onto my finger without waking me.
His shoulder hitched. “It slipped on like it was made for that finger.”
“Because it was.” I shook off the fogginess his care and attention triggered in me. I was starting to understand the whole ‘fools in love’ thing. “Shut the door behind you.”
“Only if you call me when you’re done.”
“Bet your ass I will. I’m aching like a motherfucker.”
“Shall I run a bath?”
Longing filled me. “That sounds so nice and yet so painful too.”
“On it.”
When he didn’t come into the room to runthisbath, I assumed there was another one somewhere close by.
I hadn’t let him help me shower last night, but I was definitely going to rely on him today.
Double ouch.
Even peeing hurt.
And that was nothing to the seven dwarfs hammering away inside my skull.
Because standing up seemed like a painful prospect, I studied the ring. The setting. The gems. His damn nerve for slipping it onto my finger again…
I needed that spark to encourage me into finishing my business. It got me through waddling into a standing position, but it wasn’t enough to overcome the realization that work expected me in tomorrow.
