Page 91 of I Knead You Tonight

“Of what, Winston?”

“What if something is really wrong with me? What if they can’t fix my body? What if I’m just supposed to be this way now? What if one day I wake up and can’t even lift my camera?”

“I don’t believe that’ll happen.”

“The therapy didn’t work before, so it could.”

“Did you really put in the effort? Or did you just give up when it wasn’t fixed right away?” I ask again, because he didn’t give me a straight answer before.

His eyes dart to the side. Then he takes a breath, like he needs courage to speak again.

“I gave up,” he admits, voice full of remorse and resentment.

“Then don’t give up. Go back. See what they can do. Maybe you don’t have to live like this.”

“What if I do?”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

We don’t say anything for a while, just stand here under the water, letting it rain down on us, holding each other, being together.

“You said we,” Winston mutters after several minutes.

I gulp. “I did.”

I feel him smile against me. “It’s because I can eat a mean pussy, isn’t it?”

“Winston!” I try to pull away, smacking at him, but he doesn’t let me get far.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

He pulls me back into him, grabbing my chin and holding me still. He peers down at me, eyes full of appreciation and something I can’t quite place.

“Thank you, Drew.”

“Don’t thank me yet…”

I drop to my knees.

“Oh, hell yes,” he says, not even trying to hide his excitement as he leans against the wall in anticipation.

I can’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh, sorry, I was just grabbing this bottle of shampoo you dropped.” I stand, holding a bottle I obviously plucked from its perfectly safe spot on the shelf. “Saved your life. Now you can thank me.”

He pushes off the wall, looking sour at my fake-out. “You’re evil.”

“What?” I blink innocently. “Oh…” I put one hand to my throat. “Did you think I was gonna give you a blow job?”

His eyes narrow into slits. “You knew what you were doing.”

“You know, you should really think of upgrading your shower. Maybe get one of those fancy standup ones with a blow job bench. We could get some good use out of it.”

He sputters, laughing hard. “You know that’s not what it’s called, right?”

“Come on.Nobodyuses those things for anything other than blow jobs or oral. That’s just not practical at all. It’s absurd. Downright moronic.”

“You telling me if I got a blow job bench, you’d use it on me?”

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