manage.
“Mhmm. I know you’re really weak. Let me help you up.”
He reaches from behind me and puts his arms under my shoulders, lifting me like it’s nothing. The movement causes my towel to fall to the floor. I’m even more wobbly on my feet than I had been before my shower. He quickly turns me around as I fall into him. The chemistry is still nearly palpable. I swear it seems to be getting stronger, which I didn’t think was possible last night. It surprises me as sick as I am. Maybe it’s just because he’s being so sweet to me. I look to him warily. I have no idea how I’m going to even get out of my bathroom, let alone to my bedroom, and then to the driveway when the time comes.
“Just take enough steps to get out of this little room. I gotcha,” he assures me. Add mind reader to the list of sexy attributes he possesses .
He backs up, and my feet drag a few steps before we stop. Now out of the little room inside of my bathroom that houses only my toilet, he swoops and picks me up, cradling me into his bulging arms. I rest my head on his chest. My arms, too weak to lift, dangle down my side.
He gently places me down on the bed. My how things can change so quickly . Just a few hours I was in this exact same position but for other activities. Far more fun activities .
Ian is towering over me, just standing there surveying me. Probably because I’m so sick and vulnerable, it makes me uncomfortable. I shrug my shoulders. “What?” I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
He shakes his head from side-to-side with his eyes closed. “Nothing.” He picks the underwear up that he had gotten out of my closet earlier, and holds them in front of me. “These okay?”
“Yes.”
He nods his head. Methodically, he slides them over my legs. When he reaches my hips, I tilt my pelvis so he can push them the rest of the way.
He’s very serious. I have no idea what he’s thinking. He mumbles, “Any other circumstance and I’d rather be taking those off you rather than putting them on.”
I smile the biggest smile I can manage, which isn’t much. It’s nice to hear he still has desire for me, that he still finds me attractive after all the puking. He picks the bra up next. “This one good?”
I nod my head.
He points and motions. “You’re gonna have to sit up for me to put this on you. Do you think you can do that? I mean I’ll help you.”
“Uh huh.”
His entire body is over mine, our chests touching. He threads his arms under my armpits, and his hands brace my shoulders. I can feel my pulse accelerating. Tears fill my eyes as I realize that no man has ever taken such good care of me before. I don’t think I realize how much I had yearned for this.
“You okay?” he whispers into my ear. I hear the huskiness in his voice. It’s familiar. I heard that last night.
“Yes. You?”
“Yep. I’m good.” It’s gone . Like he has a button that he pressed to make his desire for me disappear. He pulls me up. When he’s steadied me, he puts my arms through my straps. He places his knee on the bed in between my legs and rests his head on my shoulder as he clasps the back.
When he’s backing up, he fingers my long blonde locks. “What about your hair. You want a brush or one of those hair things to pull it back?”
“Yeah. I have an elastic tie in the top drawer of my nightstand,” I cough.
He climbs off the bed and retrieves it for me. I pull my hair back, and decide to stay sitting up instead of laying back down. That heaviness in my chest was far worse when I was lying down.
He grabs the hot pink T-shirt he got from my closet. Even though we moved to Georgia when I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my aunt in Greer, SC. She had bought me this shirt a couple of years ago. Told me I’d always be a Carolina Girl. It has a lime green polka dot palmetto tree on it. It makes me smile. Those South Carolinian’s love that palm tree with some polka dots .
His lips curve into a
“Mhmm. I know you’re really weak. Let me help you up.”
He reaches from behind me and puts his arms under my shoulders, lifting me like it’s nothing. The movement causes my towel to fall to the floor. I’m even more wobbly on my feet than I had been before my shower. He quickly turns me around as I fall into him. The chemistry is still nearly palpable. I swear it seems to be getting stronger, which I didn’t think was possible last night. It surprises me as sick as I am. Maybe it’s just because he’s being so sweet to me. I look to him warily. I have no idea how I’m going to even get out of my bathroom, let alone to my bedroom, and then to the driveway when the time comes.
“Just take enough steps to get out of this little room. I gotcha,” he assures me. Add mind reader to the list of sexy attributes he possesses .
He backs up, and my feet drag a few steps before we stop. Now out of the little room inside of my bathroom that houses only my toilet, he swoops and picks me up, cradling me into his bulging arms. I rest my head on his chest. My arms, too weak to lift, dangle down my side.
He gently places me down on the bed. My how things can change so quickly . Just a few hours I was in this exact same position but for other activities. Far more fun activities .
Ian is towering over me, just standing there surveying me. Probably because I’m so sick and vulnerable, it makes me uncomfortable. I shrug my shoulders. “What?” I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
He shakes his head from side-to-side with his eyes closed. “Nothing.” He picks the underwear up that he had gotten out of my closet earlier, and holds them in front of me. “These okay?”
“Yes.”
He nods his head. Methodically, he slides them over my legs. When he reaches my hips, I tilt my pelvis so he can push them the rest of the way.
He’s very serious. I have no idea what he’s thinking. He mumbles, “Any other circumstance and I’d rather be taking those off you rather than putting them on.”
I smile the biggest smile I can manage, which isn’t much. It’s nice to hear he still has desire for me, that he still finds me attractive after all the puking. He picks the bra up next. “This one good?”
I nod my head.
He points and motions. “You’re gonna have to sit up for me to put this on you. Do you think you can do that? I mean I’ll help you.”
“Uh huh.”
His entire body is over mine, our chests touching. He threads his arms under my armpits, and his hands brace my shoulders. I can feel my pulse accelerating. Tears fill my eyes as I realize that no man has ever taken such good care of me before. I don’t think I realize how much I had yearned for this.
“You okay?” he whispers into my ear. I hear the huskiness in his voice. It’s familiar. I heard that last night.
“Yes. You?”
“Yep. I’m good.” It’s gone . Like he has a button that he pressed to make his desire for me disappear. He pulls me up. When he’s steadied me, he puts my arms through my straps. He places his knee on the bed in between my legs and rests his head on my shoulder as he clasps the back.
When he’s backing up, he fingers my long blonde locks. “What about your hair. You want a brush or one of those hair things to pull it back?”
“Yeah. I have an elastic tie in the top drawer of my nightstand,” I cough.
He climbs off the bed and retrieves it for me. I pull my hair back, and decide to stay sitting up instead of laying back down. That heaviness in my chest was far worse when I was lying down.
He grabs the hot pink T-shirt he got from my closet. Even though we moved to Georgia when I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my aunt in Greer, SC. She had bought me this shirt a couple of years ago. Told me I’d always be a Carolina Girl. It has a lime green polka dot palmetto tree on it. It makes me smile. Those South Carolinian’s love that palm tree with some polka dots .
His lips curve into a
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