Page 27 of Misery In Me

She meets my gaze, her eyes steady. “I’m doing this becauseI want to,” she says, her voice quiet but firm. “Let me take care of you, Gage.Please.”

Her words sink into me like a slow burn, spreading warmth through my chest. I can’t explain it, but there’s something about her being here, helping me in a way no one else ever has. That makes me realize just how much I’ve come to rely on her.

I’ve been pushing her away, keeping her at arm’s length, but now... now I’m not sure I can.

She stands, leaving me in my boxer briefs, turning the water on, the sound of it hitting the tile filling the silence between us. When she looks back at me, there’s a softness in her gaze, a warmth I haven’t seen before. And for the first time since I’vebeen home, I don’t feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.

She’s here, and I’m not alone.

I take a deep breath, nodding slowly. “Okay. Help me,” the words are a sweet relief.

The words are barely out of my mouth when she’s at my side again, ready to guide me through the next step. Her soft hands tug at the waistband of my underwear and I take a deep inhale.

I reach out and grip her chin, tilting it up so her eyes can stay on mine. This might cross a line, but right now, I’m too tired to care. “Keep these gorgeous brown eyes up here. Because if you look at my cock, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

Ale’s lip trembles, and the sweet sound of her drawing in a breath has me fighting the feelings, warming my blood, and heading straight for my cock. Her eyes flash with a mix of surprise and amusement, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she nods slightly, her gaze locked on mine. I can see the hint of a smile playing on her lips, and it sends a spark of electricity through my body.

She continues to work on removing my underwear; her fingers brush against my skin, sending jolts of electricity down my spine. I’m acutely aware of her touch and of the gentle way she’s handling me. It’s intimate. I let out a soft groan as the boxer briefs catch on the head of my cock.

I watch her face, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But all I see is focus and determination. She’s intent on helping me, but it’s her eyes that give her away. Burning with the same feelings that I feel. She tries to peek down to adjust the waistband, but I tighten my grip on her chin.

“Don’t, Ale.” I say through gritted teeth, knowing I’m holding on by a shred of sanity. Recovering or not, given the opportunity, I’ll pop these stitches so fast if it means having her.

But we can’t.

God, I want to.

As the fabric slides down my legs, I feel a rush of cool air against my skin. Her eyes never leave mine, even as she works to drop them to the floor. It’s as if she’s daring herself to keep looking at me, to keep our gazes locked in this intense moment.

My heart’s pounding in my chest, and I can feel the tension building between us. It’s not just about the physical act of undressing, it’s about the emotional intimacy that comes with it. We’re crossing into uncharted territory here, and I’m not sure if either of us is ready for what comes next.

But for now, I just let myself get lost in her eyes. The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us suspended right here, with all of this raw vulnerability.

“Okay?” she whispers softly when she finally finishes removing everything covering me.

My response barely rises above an audible whisper too—“Yeah.” When the whisper leaves my lips, I can feel the air thickening around us. The tension between us is palpable, and I’m not sure how much longer we can keep dancing around the attraction that’s growing between us.

Her eyes never leave mine as she takes a step back, her gaze drinking in the sight of me standing there, naked and vulnerable. I feel a shiver run down my spine as she looks at me, her eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.

For a moment, we just stand there, frozen in time. The only sound is the quiet hum of the air conditioning, the water pattering against the tile floor, and the soft rustle of her clothes as she shifts. Her jeans slide to the floor and she stands there in a pair of skin-tone bikini underwear and her cream-colored tank top.

Fuck.

Give me strength, because her curves are to die for. I see the hint of the softness of her stomach and why does my brain go directly to what it would look like round with a baby? My baby.

Whoa, lock that shit down, Gage. You have a newborn daughter sleeping in the next room because of a bad fucking decision. You cannot be thinking about shit like that.

But I am and it’s making it really hard... to concentrate on keeping my dick soft.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she reaches out and gently takes my hand. Her touch sends sparks flying through my body, and I feel myself leaning into her touch.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she leads me towards the shower, I feel like I’m walking on autopilot. My mind is reeling with everything but my body seems to be moving on its own accord.

The warm water cascades down around us as we step into the shower together. She doesn’t miss a beat, reaching out and washing me gently, her hands moving over my skin with a tenderness that makes my heart ache.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh as she works out the knots in my muscles. To be touched like this and to be cared for by someone who seems to genuinely want to help me feels like heaven. I’ve never felt this kind of affection from a woman, and it’s overwhelming. Before I can stop myself, I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears fall.

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