Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She calls after me, “It’s in my suitcase.”
Fuck, she’s been living out of a suitcase. I should have made room for her in the closet and the drawers. That’s the first thing I’ll take care of as soon as she gets some rest. I open her suitcase, and right on top is the shirt I gave her the first night she came here. It’s the one that has my name on the back of it. I should pick something else, but right now, there’s an urge inside me to have her in something that’s mine. I grab it and then take a deep breath as I search for a pair of underwear. I find them in the top pocket of her suitcase and pick out a black pair with pink lips on them. With the items clenched in my hand, I go back to the bathroom.
I set the items on the counter and then drop down to my knees in front of her. “Okay, lift.”
She lifts her foot, and I take off her shoe and sock. She does the other, without me even having to ask. Once I have her feet bare, I try to remind myself that she’s not feeling well. I have to do this, and I have to consider her a patient. Not as a woman that I’ve jacked off to all week.
I reach for the hem of her shirt, but she stops me. “I can do this myself.”
Relieved, I release my hold on her shirt and turn my back to her. “Okay, but I’m not leaving.”
I can hear the rustling of clothes, and I walk around to turn the water on. “You want to shower or bathe?”
“Shower.”
I turn the spray on and test the water temperature. After it warms up, I tell her, “It’s ready.”
She shifts behind me, and I move, afraid she’s going to touch me. With my back to her and facing the wall, I reach my arm out. “Hold on to me when you get in.”
She holds on to my arm as she climbs in and she moans under the hot spray. “You okay?”
She moans again. “Yeah, I’m good. Man this feels good.”
She’s quiet as she does whatever she’s doing. I keep asking her, and she keeps telling me she’s okay.
“Do you have to go back to work, Kanan?”
I clench my eyes shut. “No, I’m staying here with you.”
“Will you…” she starts but doesn’t finish.
I look at the shower curtain between us. “Will I what?”
“Will you lie down with me?” she asks in a rush and before I can answer, she continues. “I’m not doing any funny business, I just want to be held, that’s all.”
I can’t lie down with her. I mean, I can, but I shouldn’t be trusted to. “I’m dirty.”
The curtain moves, and she peers out at me. “You can jump in here and shower. I mean, when I’m done.”
I look at her doubtfully, but she’s not having it. “You’re the one that said you were dirty. I don’t care if you’re clean or not. I’m just feeling overwhelmed, Kanan, and I need….”
Her voice trails off, and I can tell she’s still shaken from everything. “Sure, honey. I can lie down with you until you fall asleep.”
She nods and disappears behind the curtain again. For the remainder of her shower, I’m giving myself a talking-to. No matter how much I want her, I will not touch her.
It doesn’t take her long and she’s turning off the water.
I grab the towel and hold it out to her, turning my back to the curtain. She takes the towel, and I stand off to the side while she gets ready.
“All right, your turn.”
I turn around, and she’s sitting on the toilet, brushing her hair. My shirt barely comes to her thighs, and I force my eyes off her. “Do you want me to help you to the bed?”
She stands up. “I’m good.”
She grabs the hair dryer from under the counter and then I walk with her to the bed. She sits down on the edge, and I plug in her dryer for her. “Does it reach okay? I can dry it for you.”
She yawns. “Nope, I can get it. Go ahead and shower.”
I nod and grab some clothes before going back into the bathroom. I make quick work of showering, and the whole time, I’m hoping that she’s asleep when I get out. I promised her I’d lie down with her, but it will be a lot easier if she’s asleep.
When I open the bathroom door and peer out into the bedroom, the lights are off. She’s moved to the opposite side, and the covers are turned down so I can get in.
I move softly and lie down gently next to her.
I’m holding my breath, and once I’m settled, I let it out in a huff.