“You okay?” he asks, his chest heaving against mine.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I’m fucking perfect.”
For once, I think I share that sentiment.
Chapter 26
Hunter
WhenIcomebackinto the house from morning chores, Theo is still asleep. Or at least that’s what Mom tells me when I walk into the kitchen.
On the one hand, I’m glad he’s getting some more rest. On the other… Well, I just hope it isn’t a sign of things to come.
He’s been doing decent the last few days, and the day I got to watch him nearly convulse in pleasure as I made us both come, he told me he was sitting around forty percent.
It seems like it’s dropped a little each day since then.
“I’m gonna go up and check in on him.”
Mom nods. “I went up and knocked. Told him I made breakfast, but he didn’t respond.”
I frown. “Thanks for trying.”
He’s only on day two of his new medication, and they said it could take two to six weeks for him to start feeling differences, so I fully expected more bad days.
Mom smiles. “Of course. He’s a nice young man. I like him. Hopefully once he’s feeling better, I’ll get to know him more.”
“I think he’d like that.”
“Me too.” Mom glances around the kitchen. “Well, I’m going to run into town for some shopping, and then I’m meeting Marla for coffee. She wants to start a book club.”
My heart swells. “That’ll be great, Mom. You need something to get you out of the house and keep you busy.”
After giving me a hug, she grabs her bag and leaves.
I jog up the stairs and push the door to my bedroom open.
Theo is indeed still asleep. His dark hair is fanning across the pillow, and his lips are slightly parted. Making my way across the room, I sit down on the edge of the bed.
“Theo,” I whisper, brushing my fingers along his face.
He stirs, his nose scrunching before he slowly peels his eyes open.
They look dull today.
“Hey, gorgeous. Percentage?”
He makes a whimpery sound in his throat. “Bad.”
Throat tightening, I rub my thumb along his temple. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you hungry?”
His eyes fall shut, but he nods. “Let me make you some breakfast, and then I’ll leave you alone to sleep more.”
“I hate this,” he whispers, his voice shaky and his bottom lip trembling.
“I know,” I whisper back, resting my thumb on his bottom lip. “I know you do. I hate it for you. Is there anything I can do to help?”
