“I don’t disgust you?” I ask, my voice shaking.
“No.” His gaze meets mine. “You’re perfect.”
“Are you sure?” I whisper, my eyes watering.
“Apparently, I have no shame. Just look between my legs.”
My eyes fall to his crotch, and I see his tented pants. A choked laugh spills from me, and I shake my head.
“Caleb,” I say, trying to sound stern, but he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip. Right on the scars lining them.
“I’m seeing you naked for the first time. Sue me,” he mutters, nuzzling my growing cock through my boxer briefs.
“Caleb,” I murmur as he runs his good hand over my thigh and clutches at my ass. “You can’t have sex.”
“I’ll be fine. Don’t make me stop. Don’t wanna.”
I shake my head and then step back, my chest heaving, my cock aching.
“Where you going?” he asks gruffly.
“We should wait, at least a few days. I won’t be responsible for you relapsing.”
“You make it sound like I’m a drug addict.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He presses the heel of his palm against his cock and groans.
“This is torture. You aretorturingme, Whit.”
“You need to rest,” I say, grabbing my jeans, tugging them on, and then pulling on my shirt. I feel safe again and yet oddly bereft.
I want him to kiss my scars again. I want to feel his lips there.
Caleb sulks back onto the couch and stares at the ceiling.
I watch him, tempted to give him what he wants, but I know I shouldn’t. So instead, I move to the kitchen and start scrubbing the sink again.
“Whit, what the hell are you doing?” Caleb calls out.
“I need to distract myself.”
“By cleaning?”
“I need to…I need space to breathe, or else I’m going to fuck you into a coma. Your aunt would kill me. Your cousins would bury me alive.”
“You’re killing me right now. Literally.”
“Think of this as a safety precaution.”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “You win, but when I’m better, I’m stripping you down, and we aren’t leaving this apartment until I’m done exploring.”
The cup I was holding falls to the ground, and I hear Caleb chuckle.
It’s hell not to touch him for the next four days, but I manage it. Because if I do, if I let my hands wander, if I let my mouth explore, we’ll do things the doctor would certainly not recommend. And I really don’t want to be responsible for anything happening to him.
He’s too precious for any more hurt and pain.
