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DREW
After a brief pit stop in the bathroom, where Sadie insisted she brush her teeth since she’d gotten sick earlier, we made it to my room. I gently steered her to the foot of the bed and guided her to a sitting position. Part of me wanted to toss her in the middle of the mattress and get straight down to business, shoes on and jeans hanging off our asses. But I had enough willpower to override my lizard brain and take things slow. Barely.
If she wanted the full Drew 2.0 experience—ugly, broken parts and all—then that was what she was going to get. Even if the idea put me on the verge of a full-blown panic attack. Thankfully, a tiny, brave sliver of my psyche wanted to see how far Sadie’s acceptance extended. That fragment managed to take the wheel.
I hoped she wouldn’t notice the trembling in my fingers as I lifted up her legs, one at a time, and unlaced her boots before pulling them off. I moved to her fly next.
“Nope.” She popped up off the bed and grabbed me by the shoulders, maneuvering me around, so I sat on the edge of the bed. “This isn’t going to be another night of me being stripped down while you stay fully clothed.”
Right.Not after what went on downstairs. We’d both bared our souls. Now she wanted a better look at the vessel holding mine.
With gentle, steady hands, she unlaced my right shoe and pulled it off, followed by my sock. After releasing my foot back to the floor, she lifted up my prosthetic, shoe still on. She glanced up at me, waiting for approval. After a thick swallow, I nodded.
She loosened the laces and used a light motion to ease the shoe off. It was surreal watching her do a task I often treated with disdain, with such deference. After guiding my foot back to the floor, she looked back up at me and grinned before she popped the button of her fly open and slid her jeans down her curves.
“Tit for tat.” She tossed a single nod my way and stared down at my pants.
“I would’ve picked shirts first if I’d known that’s how this was going to go.” Then I could have distracted her. Her eyes always glazed over a little when I was shirtless.
“Good thing you’re not in charge.” She gave me a knowing smile. “Now quit stalling.”
My heart thundered, an effect of both my nerves and her standing in front of me in those tiny black panties with the little bow on the front.
“You sure about this?” I dragged my gaze from her underwear back up to her eyes, hoping the apprehension pumping through my veins wasn’t visible on my face. “You wanna see this whole process?”
She placed both hands on my face again, the same way she had outside. It was such a comforting gesture and made me realize how long I’d been missing basic physical affection.
“No more hiding pieces,” she said.
“No more hiding,” I agreed.
She stepped back and watched as I lifted my hips up and slid my jeans off, exposing both my legs. I kept my gaze on my lap as I went through the process of removing my left leg and placing it on the floor beside the bed. Next, I rolled down the polyurethane liner that served as the barrier between my prosthesis and my stump.
“Is it uncomfortable?” she asked. “Taking that off?”
“The liner?” My eyes were still pinned on my stump as I massaged the aching muscles. “No. Honestly it’s a relief to take it off. It protects my stump when I’m wearing the prosthetic, but it has to be snug to keep it from swelling. Feels good to let things breathe. Probably like how you feel when you take your bra off at the end of the day.”
I tried to imagine what it was like seeing this for the first time. A tangled mess of faded silver scars swirled across my thigh and up the side of my hip. One dark red mark stretched across my inner thigh, deep enough that it was never going to fade like the others. The skin was bald compared to the other leg, the hair never having grown back after the trauma.
Not sure what I was going to find in her expression, I kept my eyes down for a moment longer. One thing I’d learned about Sadie—she was incapable of hiding a single emotion. There would be no turning back once I saw her face. I’d know exactly what she thought.
I summoned what little courage I had left and looked up at her.
Her smile was soft. Encouraging with a touch of reverence. There was no pity there. None of the thinly veiled glee at seeing something illicit that used to flit across the faces of my past hookups. It hit me square in the chest, robbing me of oxygen for a few heartbeats, as it sank in that she wanted all of me. Plain and simple. Nothing hidden away. No judgments passed.
I was too shocked to put up any kind of mask. She let out a quiet chuckle. Not at all mocking. Intimate. Filled with camaraderie.
“The look on your face makes me want to know what you were expecting me to do, but honestly, it doesn’t matter. It’s time for your requested article of clothing.” She pulled her top off over her head, revealing a black bra with a matching little bow in the middle.
My cock did not care about waiting for my head and my heart to catch up. It was at full mast the second her tits were out. Her smile grew downright indecent as she watched my erection spring forth in real time.
“Your turn.” She waved her finger in a little hurry up motion, her eyes already hooded.
I reached my right arm behind my back and pulled my shirt over my head. I didn’t miss the way her eyes tracked my tricep first, then down to my chest once my shirt was gone. Sitting on the bed in only my briefs, none of the insecurity or feebleness of being pitied that I’d expected were present. Instead, there was power in the vulnerability. Sadie did that. She made the space for that to happen. She coaxed me out into the light. And I never wanted to stop thanking her for it.
I didn’t have the words to thank her, but my body had some good ideas. I palmed my erection through my boxer briefs.
“Why are you so far away?” The words came out rougher than I intended, but I’d moved from reluctant participant to hanging on by a thread in a matter of seconds. I hated that I couldn’t walk over and pull her body into mine.
