“Just a little bit more, c’mon. It’s not that bad. It would be worse to stay in this stinky diaper.”
Pulling the Velcro straps, I’m hit by the smell almost immediately. My stomach turns, my gag reflex kicking in. Give me blood and bruises any day of the week overthis.
Sucking in a breath through my mouth, I try to work quickly as I slip the dirty diaper off, but before I can find where to toss it, Jax turns around and starts crawling away.
Extending one hand, I lean against the mat and grab one of his ankles.
“Get back here.”
The little monster looks at me over his shoulder and grins, not in the least bit affected by my stern tone.
I pull him closer to me, holding on to him as I finally find the trash bag and throw the diaper away.
“Okay, now let’s clean you up.”
I lose count of the number of wipes I use, and it takes me a moment to figure out how to put the clean diaper on him.
It takes some wrestling before he’s in it. I pull back, giving my handiwork a look.
“Let’s be real, this is as good as it’ll get.”
My gaze falls, and I see the dirt on my shirt.
No, not dirt.
Poop.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Grabbing the back of my shirt, I quickly pull it off and toss it along with Jax’s dirty clothes, although in reality that shirt needs to be burned.
“Hey, it’s me,” a feminine voice calls from the hallway, accompanied by soft footsteps. “The door was?—”
Her words trail off as she stops in the doorway of the living room, eyes wide when they land on me.
“Trouble.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JESSICA
Holy shit.
Teenage Matthew Williams was handsome.
Adult Matthew Williams?
Scorching hot.
And so fucking real.
Because of course he is.
I was just trying to fool myself over the last few days that the whole ordeal at the Reading Nook was simply a part of my imagination, but the only surreal thing about this man is how freaking hot he is. Nobody should look this good.
I suck in a long breath as I come to a sudden halt.
I should look away, I know I should, but it’s like my eyes are glued to him.
