Page 86 of Left In The Dark

We talk about our favorite bands and genres, somehow switching over to horror movies. That puts him in the mood to watch a slasher later, and as I’m helping him into the tub, he goes through a long list of different options.

“Evil Dead Rising is a good one.”

“Yeah, I only saw the first half and enjoyed it enough to want to see the rest.”

“We can watch it later, then.”

“After this?” He splashes his hands in the water, parting the bubbles.

I tap my fingers on the edge of the tub. “After dinner.”

“You mean the dinner that isn’t going to be chicken noodle soup, right?”

“Right.” I grin and grab the wash cloth behind him.

I don’t focus too much on his cock or ass like I can tell he wants me to. I do linger longer in those places than anywhere else, though. I briefly brush over his nipples, and after I rinse his hair, I stand up, offering him my hand. He stands up after taking it, and I wrap a large gray towel around him, holding on to him tightly as he steps out of the water. We walk at the same time to the room, and he sways a little due to being off his feet for so long.

“You okay?”

“Can we go for a walk before dinner?”

“It might be too cold for a walk.” I wrap the towel tighter around him, ushering him to the bed.

He lifts his leg up, his gaze bouncing between the cuffs on the chair and his ankle.

I scramble across the way and back to him within seconds, securing him back to the bed. “I can wear a jacket and warm clothes.”

“I don’t think I have much that would fit you.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll be able to walk soon.”

“You mean when you take me back home?”

I nod swiftly, perching myself on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. In a week or so.”

“Are you sure I have to go?”

“Yes. You’re ready.”

“I’m not,” he complains.

“If I say you are, then you are.”

“It’s cause you’re tired of me. Only I could somehow push the guy who went through so much trouble to keep me to want to let me go only months later.” He takes a ragged breath. “You at least lasted longer than the others. I usually mess up sooner than that.”

“It’s not . . . that’s not why. You need to go home. It’s time for you to get back to your life. Your family misses you.” Only his sister, but not bad enough to send out a search party.

His eyes are as big as saucers. “They do? All of them?”

Even after all this time of not having him around, he still needs his dad’s love. Or is this more for validation of what he already knows deep down. “Your mom and sister do.”

“Oh.” He nods, sitting back. “Yeah. I miss them too.”

“They’ll be happy to have you back. You’ll be happy too.”

“Yeah. Happy.” He snorts, looking away from me.