Page 54 of Broken

“Then I’ll say stay. For now. I know he wants you here. You can help get him to bed before you go.”

“Really?”

Mom snorted slightly through her nose. “Please. I’m sure you’ve seen way more of my son in these later years than I have. Better you than me helping him get his pants off tonight.”

My expression twisted in disgust, and Mom laughed, ruffling my hair. “Thought you might be coming to. Goodnight, y’all.”

Annie’s fingers ran through my hair, and I rolled my neck along the back couch cushion to meet her gaze. I winced, stiff after however long I’d been in the awkward position.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just stiff.”

“How’s your arm?”

“Hurting like a bitch, actually.” I grinned, making Annie give me a small smile.

She reached over, grabbing my bottle of pain pills, and shook one out into her hand. “Here.”

“Thanks.” I took it from her, reaching over to grab one of the drinks Mom set down earlier. I stared at the cap, and Annie quickly twisted that off, too.

“Did you hear your mom?” She went back to running her fingers through my hair along my brow, and I wanted to purr from her touch.

“That you get to stay?”

“For now.”

“Hey.” I gave her a sly grin and lowered my voice to a whisper. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I’ve got a window you’ve snuck out of before.”

“Not after all night.” Annie smiled back. “But it does sound tempting.”

“I’ve got plenty of T-shirts you can wear…”

“I’ll text Izzy.”

We headed to my room a little later, after my pain pill kicked in some, and after the fun of trying to get my own jeans off, Annie gave a little push to my chest. I fell back to the bed, and she tugged them from my feet.

“I was getting it.” I laughed.

“I know. It’s just more fun if I do it.” She turned around, looking all business as she pulled open my dresser drawer. “Now, what do you want for bed?”

“You.”

She gave me a look over her shoulder. “Yeah, we’ll talk about that in a bit. You’re hurt.”

“Not that part of me.”

She shook her head, and I could just picture her eyes rolling up. “What do you want?”

“I really don’t care.”

“Sweatpants it is, then.” She grabbed a gray pair and went to rifle through my closet.

“I don’t need a shirt.”

“It’s for me, remember?” She pulled a black one that I knew was a soft material from the hanger and began to strip. I was instantly at attention, and Annie smirked. “Now,that’ssomething I want to see in those sweatpants.” She jerked her chin at my dick.

“Is that a real thing?” I asked, remembering some memes on social media about guys in gray sweatpants.

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