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“No,” I scoff. “Of course I wasn’t.”
She brushes her lips against my forehead in a way that’s both comforting and I know to check my temperature. My mom used to do the exact same thing when I was a kid and my eyes close as memories of her flood my brain.
“Yeah, you totally were,” she says, pulling the towel a little higher on my shoulders. “You would’ve hidden it for sure, just like you hide your sweet side, but I know you.”
I smile, chuckling a little as I turn so my face is against her neck. Even though we’ve been roughing it out here for a while now, with limited bathing and clothing options, she still smells good. Like everything good in my world.
“Maybe,” I eventually admit.
She presses a kiss to my temple. “I like your sweet side,” she whispers.
“I like you, Laney,” I say, even as the voice inside my head practically screams at me to admit that I don’t just like her,I love her.
She chuckles, waving a hand in front of herself. “Of course you do, how could you not?” Laughing, I lift my head and meet her gaze, kissing her softly. “How are you feeling?” she asks.
“Cold,” I admit, which is weird considering five minutes ago, I was fucking boiling.
Delaney stands from my lap and takes the wet towel off my shoulders. I shiver, wrapping my arms around my torso as my whole body starts to shake. I’m covered in sweat and I’m sure I must stink.
“Might be time for that sponge bath, right?” I tease.
She shakes her head, even as she smiles at me. “Just a sponge bath,” she states, holding a finger up as if in warning. “No funny business.”
“Funny business?” I scoff. “What the hell kind of funny business are you talking about?”
She rolls her eyes even as she moves to grab the warm pot of water off the stove. “You know what I’m talking about, Alex.”
“Nope, no idea.”
Carrying the pot over to the table, she watches as I push up off the chair, swaying a little as I stand, my ankle better than yesterday, but still a little sore. When I shove my sweatpants down my hips to reveal that I am not wearing any boxers, she points right at my dick. “That,” she says, trying to be serious. “That’s the funny business I’m talking about.”
“How is this funny business?” I ask, cupping my junk and hitting her with a grin as I sit back down. “There’s nothing funny about my dick, baby and you know it.”
Delaney laughs as she grabs the soap and a dry towel. “Okay, not funny, but definitely no sexy times either.”
“Ugh, now that’s just crazy talk, Laney. Why the hell would you suggest that?”
“Because, Alex,” she says, standing in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. “You need to rest.”
With a smirk, I grab her hips and pull her closer. “I can just sit here,” I say. “You know, I’m totally okay with you doing all the work riding me.” She smiles, shaking her head a little as she lathers up the soap before moving her hands over my skin. “Laney?” I prompt when she doesn’t respond to my suggestion.
Dunking the soap again, she leans in and kisses my forehead. “We’ll see,” she says.
“We’ll see,” I mutter, my fingers slipping under the flannel she wears. “Pretty sure I can convince you.”
But in the end,I don’t. Exhausted just from sitting here while she washes me. Which is not to say my body doesn’t react to the whole process, I mean, I’m sick, not dead. But I’m pretty sure Delaney can tell I’m struggling, so without even acknowledging my hard-on, she gives me a quick kiss and then grabs me a new pair of sweats and a flannel before helping me pull them on.
“Okay, drink some more water and go lie down,” she now says, pointing to the mattress.
“What about you?” I ask, my hands moving back to her hips. “You want me to return the favor?”
“Go lie down,” she says, shaking her head, even as she smiles at me. “I’ve got this.”
I slide a hand up to the back of her neck, pulling her down so I can kiss her. “Thank you,” I whisper against her lips, before forcing myself to get up. She watches me as I walk back over to the mattress, propping the pillow and blankets up so I’m half sitting, half lying. “Just getting ready to enjoy the show,” I say with a smile.
She laughs, shaking her head as she now strips off her own clothes and treats me to a perfect peep show of her own sponge bath.
When she’s done, she uses the soapy water to wash out our clothes, wringing them out before draping them over the makeshift clothesline we have strung up. One benefit to having a fire constantly burning in the cabin is that at least the clothes and towels dry, even if they do smell smoky.
