“No!” He suddenly calls out in a sluggish voice.
“Nykander, I need to take off your pants so you can go inside the pool to cool off,” I explain gently.
“N-no,” he mumbles. “Only her, this is only for her.”
I frown, trying to make sense of his words. What is for whom?
His hands suddenly fall to the side though and he stops talking.
I take advantage of this small break and quickly undo the rest of the buttons before pulling his pants down his legs. It’s not easy as he starts moving, purposefully making it difficult for me to take them off.
Eventually, the pants are off him, and though I try not to look at his naked form, I’m grateful he’s wearing underwear. It’s my first time being in the vicinity of a male in such a state of undress, and I can’t help but feel a little worried, especially given my previous qualms.
He’s unconscious, Moe. He can’t hurt you.
That’s right. He’s sick and appears to be in a state of confusion. I doubt anything nefarious could cross his mind at this time.
All right. Now to get him into the pool.
Grabbing his shoulders, I try to pull him into a sitting position so I can slide him into the pool. He’s still burning up, and I now see that his entire body is just as hot.
As I pull his arms forward, his eyes suddenly flare open, his pupils large and…focused on me?
Before I can say anything or explain the situation, he reverses our positions. He pulls on my sleeve, bringing me toward him. My foot slips on the wet ground, and I fall on top of him. But not for long.
One turn, and I’munderhim.
“Nykander? It’s me, Moe,” I say quickly.
He stares at me, his brows knit tightly in confusion.
“M-Moe?”
“Yes, yes. It’s Moe. You’re sick. You need to get in the pool so your temperature goes down.”
He doesn’t seem to understand my words. He continues to stare at me intently. A tremor goes down my body as I realize how precarious my position is.
He’s nearly naked. On top of me.
“Nykander, please,” I whisper and push against him. But he’s like a wall, not budging at all.
His palm comes to rest on my cheek, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.
“Moe?” His voice is low and unsure.
“Yes, yes. It’s me, Moe.”
“Moe!” His tone gains urgency, and it sounds almost like a cry for help. But before I can ask what’s wrong with him, he leans forward.
My eyes widen, and just as he’s about to... about to…
I quickly turn my face to the side. His lips skim my cheek, his mouth half open as he slides a wet trail across my chin and down my neck.
W-what?
What’s happening? What is he doing?
“Nykander, stop!” I call out, still trying to push at his shoulders. My words fall on deaf ears. He continues pressing his hot, wet mouth against my skin in odd motions I don’t understand. It’s not so much unpleasant as it is shocking. No one’s been this close to me; no one has ever touched me this way. For a moment, that thought freezes me in place. I don’t know what to do, how to stop him or make him understand this is wrong.
