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“It won’t… disgust you?”
Growling, I pulled back, clamping my hands at his waist to spin him around. His feet were only inches off the floor when I lifted, but I still did it. “Disgust me?” I repeated.
Wes frowned, his eyes turning far away almost like he was lost in his head or trying to recall something, and I made a sound, forcing his attention back.Iwanted his attention. All of it.
“Nothing about you willeverdisgust me.” I swore.
His face softened, and because his lip was swollen, I was able to make out the way it wobbled.Fuck.
“Hold on to me,” I murmured as I lowered him.
His arms looped around my neck, and I held him tight to take most of his weight.
“Look at me.”
“No.”
Stubborn as shit.
“Wesley. Eyes up here.”
He listened, and my heart skipped a beat. “Good boy,” I murmured.
Shock rippled over his features, and I blinked, feeling it crash over me. Did I justpraisehim? I couldn’t worry about that now. He needed me.
I grazed my knuckles over the softness of his cheek. “You’re one of my favorite people on this planet,” I told him, stomach a jumbled mess. “You could whip that dick out right now and piss all over me, and I still wouldn’t be grossed out. Okay?”
Wes rolled his eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I scolded. “You’ll hurt your head. Now turn around and piss.”
Resigned, he let me help him turn around, and I felt him lift the gown. Halfway up, he glanced over his shoulder again. “Don’t look.”
I sighed and buried my eyes in the back of his shoulder.
“Don’t listen either.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, reaching over to flip on the faucet, then hiding my eyes once more.
When he was done with his business that I didn’t watch or hear, he patted my arm that was looped around his waist. I scooped him up and held him while he washed his hands. The entire time, he avoided looking at me.
Back in the bed, he caught my hand before I could pull away. “Can I have your shirt back?”
Saying nothing, I grabbed the Henley and helped him put it on the same way I had before.
“Thank you,” he said, voice weary.
“Get some sleep,” I told him, dragging the hard chair over beside the bed.
“You don’t have to stay,” he said. It was pathetically halfhearted.
“I’m staying.”
He sighed, snuggling a little farther into my shirt, and a lump formed in my throat. I watched him fall asleep, then listened to his even breathing.
Outside, staff were up and down the hall, and light tried to force its way into the cracks around the door. Even though it was utter chaos out there, in here, Wes was resting, and that was all that mattered.
After pulling off my boots, I propped my feet up on the mattress and continued to watch him sleep. Eventually, my eyes fluttered shut too, my brain dropping off into slumber.
