Page 90 of I Knead You Tonight

“Me too. Can I ask you something though?”

“I mean, I’m not really in a position to run away from you right now.”

“True.”Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick.

“It’s okay to look at my dick, Drew. I know you want to.”

I try to roll my eyes and be annoyed, but instead I smile. “Shut up. Did you actually finish physical therapy?”

“Sure did.”

I narrow my eyes, because there’s something in the way he says it. It’s…off.

“Winston…were youreadyto finish it? Truly ready? Or did you just give up because things weren’t happening as fast as you would have liked?”

“I could use my camera again. It’s all the therapy I need.”

“And the weed.”

His lips twist, like he has something to say but doesn’t want to say it.

“What?” I push.

“I actually haven’t smoked since I said those…unkind things to you.”

“Unkind? You mean cruel? Harsh? Wicked? Ruthless?”

His thick brows slam down. “What are you, a thesaurus?”

“I’m just stating the truth.”

He grumbles something I can’t make out then says, “Can you just come in here with me? It’s cold as fuck with the curtain open and I’d rather we be on even ground than have you standing there judging me.”

I raise my brows at him.

“No funny business,” he promises.

“For the record,” I say, pulling my camisole over my head and shimmying my undies down my legs, “I wasn’t judging you.”

He curls an arm around my waist once I’m inside the tub, yanking me to him until we’re plastered together.

He stares down at me, his eyes darting between my lips and my eyes, mouth moving closer to mine by the second.

Licking my lips in anticipation, I want nothing more than for him to kiss me in this moment.

But at the last instant, he goes left, locking his other arm around me, burrowing his face into the crook of my neck.

He’s hugging me.

His grip is tight. Hard.

It feels like so much more than a hug.

Like he’ll never let me go.

I weave my arms around him, holding him to me like I neverwanthim to let me go.

“I’m sorry. I know you hate it when I say that because you think I don’t mean it, but I do. I’m just…I don’t know. I’m scared.”

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