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“Right.” He went to fold his arms, then sighed in frustration when he couldn’t. “What time are you leaving?”

“Um...” His abrupt change of topic threw me for a moment. “After lunch. But are you okay with them both staying?” He’d still not said.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Fine.

What the hell did that mean? I left it alone though, figuring if he objected, he’d have said so.

“Okay, good.”

Whatever had been building between us last night, seemed to have disappeared, and I couldn’t help but feel it was my doing. “Is everything okay?”

Jasper looked at me for a long couple of seconds, then blew out a breath. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“You sure?”

He smiled, which was an improvement. “Yeah.”

“Can I get you some breakfast? Cup of tea, coffee?”

He moved Angus with his good hand and then pushed himself up into a sitting position. “I’d love a coffee and some toast, but first I really need a piss.”

Fuck, of course.

“Um...” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you need me to do?”

That made him laugh. “Your face.” He held out his hand, and I took it. “You just need to help me up. I reckon I can manage to get my cock out by myself.”

“Give me a shout if you need a hand.” As soon as the words were out, I realised how that sounded.God, Finn.

Jasper laughed again, smile lighting up his eyes. “I will, don’t worry.”

I swallowed at the suddenly heated look in his eyes, and just like that we were back to where we’d been last night. And I still had hold of his hand. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

Careful not to jolt his wrist, I hauled him up from the sofa. We were stood so close I felt his breath on my lips. Then I remembered he was dying for a piss, so I quickly stepped out of his way.

“Thanks.”

I watched him leave, listening as he walked down the hall to the downstairs loo. Angus yawned, stretched, and eyed me from his perch on the sofa.

I felt judged.

“You can shut up,” I hissed. “You’ve been all over him ever since we got back from the hospital.” He stretched out his front paws, looking all cute, and I couldn’t resist sitting down next to him and stroking along his back.

The toilet flushed, and a few minutes later, Jasper appeared in the doorway. “Brekkie?”

He stood there in his T-shirt and boxer-briefs. As attractive as that sight was, he was probably a bit chilly. “Do you want me to help you on with your jeans?”

“Nah. I think I’ll go with joggers from now on. Easier to get on and off.”

I swallowed and tried not to picture that. “Right, I’ll just nip and get you some.”

“Thanks.”

Probably just as well I was going away for the week. If I had to help Jasper in and out of his clothes all the time but not touch him, it might well be the end of me.