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My eyes turn to Magnus, who’s watching Luke and Sem warily, his face flushed. Probably because Sem is leering at him.
“You can take my car home,” I tell him, but before he can answer, Sem steps forward.
“No need. I can give him a ride back.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “That’s nice of you, Sem.”
“I’m a nice guy.”
Magnus shifts his eyes to me, and I ask, “Does that work? If not, you can take my car. I don’t mind.”
He swallows and then whispers, “Is he sane?”
I swallow back a manic laugh. “Most of the time, I believe.”
“Fine. Then it works. This…man can take me home.”
With Magnus securing a ride home, I walk up to the receptionist and explain the situation. The wordfiancéslips from my mouth, and it feels soright for some reason.The woman behind the counter doesn’t even bat an eyelash. She just scans my ID and then tells me the room number. Without even looking back, I make my way to him.
I need to touch him to make sure he’s okay.
I need to hold him.
My body shakes the entire way there.
When I finally arrive, I push the door open with trembling hands and immediately see Aunt Del snoozing on a chair, a blanket pulled up over her. Then my eyes shift to Caleb, who’s dozing on a bed, wires connected to his body, his face scraped, a cast on his left hand.
I take unsteady steps toward him, and as if he can feel my presence, his eyes flutter open.
“Whit?” he asks, and my throat is so thick with emotion that I can’t say anything, just nod as I gently run my hands across his face and neck.
He sighs as if he’s missed me. “I’m okay, man.”
But I need to see for myself, so I push the blankets down slightly and lift his gown up, my eyes widening when I see the bruises littering his skin. Touching them gingerly, I blink rapidly.
“Shit, stop doing that,” he mutters.
I see his dick thickening, and my eyes shoot up to meet his.
“You know how it is,” he says, his cheeks turning red, and I quickly place his gown back down and tuck him in.
“I was worried,” I finally say, and Caleb snorts and then winces.
“I’m fine. Nothing too bad, nothing that hasn’t happened before. It could have been worse. Could have been explosives.”
I close my eyes, and he must sense that I’m close to losing it because he reaches out and grasps my hand, threading those strong fingers around mine.
“Come here, baby. Missed you,” he says and tugs me until I can’t come any closer.
“Not there, asshole. In bed. With me,” he mutters and shifts over with a groan.
I shake my head, swallowing the lump that’s formed in my throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’ll hurt more with you too far away. Come here. Missed you. Missed you so bad.”
He pats the bed next to him, and I reluctantly crawl in next to him. Gently, I place my head on his shoulder, and he sighs in relief.
“Better,” he mutters.
