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I’m still breathless. Still trembling. Still coming down from the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever—
NO!
Panic surges forward, setting waste to everything else.
Don’t think about it,I silently urge myself.Later. Freaking out now will only make things worse.
He doesn’t deserve that. Not after what he’s been through.
Somehow, in my spiral, I do recognize that much at least.
“Nolan?” he murmurs shakily.
Fuck.
I hold up a hand, and shake my head. “Not now. Get dressed.”
A long moment passes where I wonder if he might ignore me, but finally I hear a sigh, followed by the shuffle of clothes telling me he’s doing as I said.
Crouching toward the cave opening, I peer into the faint light washing over the sea. It’s so calm now—quiet—it’s hard to believe this is the same ocean—the same rocky bay—we almost lost our lives to last night.
A sharp hiss has me whipping around, gaze dropping to where Skyler hunches over, tightening the shirt wrapped around his calf. He’s got his shorts on, but he’s still shirtless.
“Shit,” I breathe, hurrying to his side and dropping on my knees. “Let me.”
Skyler’s hands are trembling, and if I’m not mistaken he’s paler than he was a moment ago. Even his cheeks that were flushed just moments ago, are now devoid of any color.
He’s already fixed the shirt he had wrapped around his calf, but blood seeps through the fabric, dripping down his shin from where it must’ve ripped open.
“It’s okay,” he says softly, but there’s no mistaking the tightness there. He’s hurting.
My gaze snaps up to his in a glare. “It’s not.”
He flinches at my tone, ducking his head even further.
Biting back a slew of curses, I adjust the make-shift bandage around the worst of the gash. Pulling back, bile rises swiftly when I take in the nasty blackened bruises going up his right side.
I shake my head.Fucking hell. What did I do? What the hell did I do??
“I told you, it’s fine.”
“And I told you it’s not,” I grit back.
He sniffs, and fuck if I don’t feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit.
“Fuck,” I croak.
He blinks, peering back at me through his dark lashes. His jaw works furiously, like he’s trying to keep his emotions at bay.
“I’m so sorry,” I utter quietly, shaking my head, disgusted with myself. “That shouldn’t have…I don’t know what I was…I just…” I slam my lips together when words fail me.
Skyler scrunches up his face like maybe he wants to protest—or lay into me for what I did—but just as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, we hear it.
A voice calling out.
Is that…a a megaphone?
It’s the familiar sound of a motor that registers next.
