Page 44 of Uprising

“I told you I could've taken a shower by myself. Now you’re soaking wet, your clothes. You shouldn’t have gotten in here with me.”

“Are you complaining?” He asks. Reed runs a hand through my wet hair, gripping the nape of my neck. Applying pressure, I can’t stop the moan from slipping through. “Didn’t think so.”

“You haven’t run away,”Yet.But I keep that part to myself. I’m standing here, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate it; I hate feeling the unknown.

“No need to be thinking about that, love.”

My heart stops for a moment, unsure if it’s because he called me love. Even if it’s only the second time, it’s still more than he was giving me before.

I don’t say anything, not that I’m even sure what to say. At this point Reed would be running for the door. Then it would be another week before I finally had enough and threw a fit. Right now I feel unsteady on this new territory. Unsure what to do.

I shift, holding in my wince. While I don’t want to think about it, my shoulder is the constant reminder that I need to get out of the shower. Even if I want to freeze this moment with him.

“What are you doing?” Reed asks when I reach across to the shower nozzle.

“I thought…well… I figured I was done showering and that I should probably get out. But I mean… I’m not sure.”

Reed pulls back. Panic threatens to make my throat swell. I shouldn’t have ruined the moment. But of course I did.

“Let me finish cleaning you up.”

I blink in confusion but don’t say anything while he bends down and grabs the loofah. He grabs the body wash, pouring some more onto it. I should tell him to stop wasting so much soap with the world being a shit hole right now, but I don’t.

This time Reed washes every inch of me, careful to move around my left shoulder. When he moves down to my legs, I cringe and turn three different shades of red. He’s seen my dick before, but this feels different. And nothing stops the images flashing in my brain of Reed on his knees for me.

Snaking my good hand down, I cup my junk to stop his prying eyes. Only thanking the heavens above that he doesn’t give me a look or even question my actions.

Once I’m looking like a little pile of bubble wrap from all the soap, Reed finally rinses me off.

“Bend your head forward as much as you can; I’m going to try and wash your hair.” Reed waited for me to move my head forward as far as I could. My shoulder twinges in pain, but the idea of not having my hair washed has me ignore the pain.

Using the sprayer, he wets my hair and quickly washes it before rinsing the suds away.

“Keep your head like that; let me grab a towel.” Reed steps out, not caring that there’s water going everywhere. He comes back and wraps a small one around my head before helping me climb out of the shower.

A frown forms between my brows when he moves forward and begins drying my back, and then he moves down to my legs. My breath hitches, my cock acting like it’s gotten no attention. The whirlwind of emotions has my head spinning.

“Let me grab you some sweats.” Reed’s off before I fully comprehend what he's just said. He’s gone for a second only to come back and get back down on his knees. Using his shoulder, I lean on him while lifting one leg at a time.

I let out a breath the moment my dick is covered.

“Go get in bed.” He orders.

I didn’t say anything, only because I hadn’t realized taking a shower was going to take all my energy. Doing as I was told, I shuffle towards the bed and climb inside. I pull the blanket up to my stomach and rest my head against the headboard.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know is Reed climbing in next to me.

“Wh—”

“Shh, just go to sleep.” He simply dismissed me, and not being a better man, I let him. My eyes slip closed; my brain goes quiet as I drift off to sleep.

* * *

I joltawake at the sound of something hitting the side table. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the low lighting, only to find Reed already staring at me.

My vision blurs for a moment as I try to grasp my bearings. I blink until my vision clears, except my focus isn’t on the tray of food. It’s the muscular flesh with a side of V leading from his abs. This man is nothing but muscle and skin. I’m staring so hard at Reed that I don’t realize he’s sitting on the edge of the bed until he’s picking up a bowl of steaming liquid.

“Your parents should’ve taught you to not stare at people; it’s considered rude.” Reed says like he’s not sitting here half-naked. Which makes me sound like a hypocrite because I’m not wearing a shirt. But this man is like Ryan Gosling, but somehow hotter.

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