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“Alright,” he finally agreed.
But as soon as I let go of his wrist, he pumped some of the soap into his hand and started washing his torso with it.
“August!”
He laughed. “It’s fine, Fireball. I’m fine.”
“We shouldn’t have been having sex when you look like this.” I gestured to a particularly awful wound.
“Like I said, I’m fine. We’re not keeping our hands to ourselves just because I’m bleeding a little.”
“You’re not bleeding a little. You’re bleeding a lot. And your brothers don’t think you’re fine. Eli said you were on death’s door.”
August continued washing himself.
I huffed at him.
“If I die, you’re going to end up with some other bastard,” August said. “So I’m not going to die. There’s no reason to talk about it. You’re mine.”
I scowled. “This is not how this is going to go, August.” I gestured between us. “We’re a team, remember? If I don’t get to lie about being fine, you don’t either.”
He let out a long breath, but finally dipped his head. “My body hurts. It’s going to be a few days before I’m completely back to normal. Maybe a week.”
I stared at him, my eyes narrow.
“Two at the most,” he said reluctantly. “We don’t need to stop having sex. I don’t want that. Having you here with me, treating me normally, makes me feel a lot less helpless.”
I could accept that as the truth. “So you’re going to let me take care of you?”
“I guess.”
The reluctance in his voice almost made me snort.
“If the demons are giving you sex dreams, we’ll need to head home as soon as possible. I don’t want you making backward progress on recovering from heat. And I don’t want their magic touching you.”
“We can leave as soon as you’re healed enough to fly.”
He growled, but I stared him down, and he eventually jerked his head.
It seemed like a reasonable agreement to me.
He pulled me back into his arms, and I closed my eyes as I hugged him again.
It felt good to be back with him. Even without heat’s magic, we were still a team. And that made me feel better about everything.
Eventually, we got out of the shower. August refused to let anyone more experienced than me touch his wounds, so I slathered him in antibiotic ointment that he grumbled he didn’t need. Then, I wrapped him up in bandages, following his instructions while attempting to make them look as nice as the ones he’d bled through in the prison.
They didn’t look anywhere near that good.
But the wounds were covered, and August wasn’t going to let me do anything else, so I forced myself to be satisfied with it.
After we were dressed, we headed back to the food. We stuffed our faces, then called it a night, and crashed in bed together.
Though I was exhausted, I grabbed my phone and buried my nose in a book on Kindle instead of letting myself sleep.
When the sex dreams started, I’d inevitably wake up August. He needed the rest much more than I did, so that wasn’t an option.
The book would keep me awake and distracted for a little while, at least.
