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As much as I didn’t want this to happen, the idea of getting into a hot shower and scrubbing off the last twenty-four hourswasappealing. So was the promise of painkillers and sleep.
4
CALEB
“I think so,”he said with a yawn. His bloodshot eyes were glued to a spot on my shower curtain, but the downward slope of his shoulders showed just how defeated and sore he was.
“This is going to be weird, but we need to get your shoes off. I’ll kneel in front of you and help you with them. Don’t lift or move anything unless I tell you to. I can’t catch you in that position.”
He just nodded.
I knelt at his feet. “Now, put your good hand on my head and use me to keep steady.”
A large, hot hand landed on the top of my head.
“You need to actually hold on. Not just mess up my hair.”
He grunted, wound his fingers though the strands, and held tight.
A shiver of awareness moved through me. I’d always enjoyed having my hair pulled, and while this was the least sexual thing possible, the sensation of his hand gripping my hair felt way too good.
I pulled my concentration away from his touch, focusing on the task of just getting him into the shower.
When his shoes and socks were off, I gently pulled his hand out of my hair and stood.
“Come on.” I tugged him off the counter. “Time to get your shirt off. Lift your good arm, and I’ll thread it off your hurt one.”
“Fine,” he said flatly. He lifted one arm.
I’d found him a scrub shirt to wear home along with the scrub pants, and the cut was loose enough I was able to get it off him with minimal jostling.
His back was a masterpiece of hard muscle and smooth skin. Strong shoulders and backs were my undoing, as were thick thighs. Of course Graham would have all three in spades.
Ignoring the gloriousness of his physique, I helped him into the robe.
“Now your pants.”
He fumbled at his waist to undo them. They dropped in a puddle at his feet.
“Use your good hand to push your underwear down. Take your time, go slow. Get them as low as you can. Don’t bend over or you might fall.”
“This is so humiliating.”
“I know.” I kept my voice soft and soothing. “I understand how hard it is to be vulnerable in front of someone, especially me. But right now you’re not my asshole stepbrother, or the guy who’s keeping me from getting to bed. You’re a patient. I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible.”
“You had to be all professional and nice.” He wiggled his hips. “Couldn’t have been a jerk about things, could you?”
“I mean, I could. But that’s kind of like kicking a puppy. Killing you with kindness is far more amusing.”
“Lucky me. Fuck. I can’t get them down any more,” he said in a small voice.
“How far did you get them?”
“Mid-thigh.”
Graham was a big guy and had a lot of real estate on those thick thighs. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of groping him to try and find them.
“Put my hand on them so I don’t touch anything you don’t want me to.”
