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“Drop it,” I ground out, as I stepped under the shower water, the warmth infusing me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, the sensation feeling like utter luxury after what I’d endured over the last few days. Even the burn as the water seeped into my still far too raw injuries couldn’t overshadow how amazing it felt.
My eyes met Jonah’s and I started at the lust dancing in them as he took me in wet and naked moaning out into the shower. His hard cock pushing against his jeans made it clear just how intense that lust was.
“Can’t be helped. That fucking mouthwatering body of yours gets me every time.”
“It’s different now.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Because of all the injuries, most of which are gonna become more scars. All fucking over.”
“You mean proof that you’re one hell of a survivor?”
“To become a survivor means first being a victim.”
He closed the distance between us, all except a couple of inches so he wasn’t actually touching me. The shower water beat down on him too and his tank was soaked and translucent in seconds, sticking to his abs.
He reached over me above and grabbed the shower gel and a washcloth. “I’ll never see you as a victim. Never,” he said with such vehemence that I felt it rolling through me.
I watched as he lathered the cloth, then reached out for my shoulder.
My hand shot out, snatching his wrist before he could make contact.
If I’d been in my prime state, my reaction would’ve been even faster. As it was, it had been fast enough to prevent it.
But the sudden move had me stumbling back.
Jonah’s hand slapped to my hip, grasping it firmly to stabilize me.
I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut, resisting the urge to inflict hurt upon him.
His grip on my hip loosened and then he drew slow circles there with a very slight, barely there touch. “There’s no weakness to be had here, Asher. What you endured in that cell would’ve broken most and killed the rest. That’s how fucking strong you are, all right? And in these moments while you’re going through recovery, I’ll be here to remind you of what a pillar of strength you really are.”
I opened my eyes and his eyes blazed with his conviction. “You saw?”
“Aaron wanted us to be aware. For your own good, he said. You know how he is.”
I did. He’d never liked me keeping those sorts of things to myself. Now he’d had the opportunity, of course he’d ensure that wouldn’t be possible for me this time around.
“I do,” I said, swallowing hard as I tried to reconcile Jonah having seen that. He never reacted well to any sort of danger or harm befalling me, so the fact that he’d kept this to himself and hadn’t even shown any sign of it eating him alive outwardly was a hell of a feat.
He reached out with his other hand holding the wash cloth and carefully swept it over my shoulder blades. “I’ll wash it all away for you as much as you need me to. Until you feel it’s all gone, all right?”
“Thank you.”
“Is this okay?” he asked, gesturing at the cloth.
No.
No, it wasn’t.
None of it was okay.
Far from it.
But to break from that, a move needed to be made. I couldn’t shy away from it. That was as bad as running, and I didn’t fucking run.
