Page 58 of Fractured Grief
Indy in lingerie.
Holy fuck!
All my blood rushed south. How could something so simple, so few words, make my body react so viscerally?
“Seb, say something,” Indy’s hushed words registered.
“I… ah…” My mind was still trying to come back online after being assaulted by so many delightful visuals. I didn’t realize Indy pulled away from me until it was too late.
No, no, no.
He stood awkwardly by the bed, shuffling his foot back and forth, refusing to meet my eyes. “I should go,” he mumbled.
“What? No way!” I held out my arm to reach for him, but he was backing away. I had no choice but to stand up and try to stop him. “Indy, wait,please.”
“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said anything. It doesn’t matter. Let’s just forget about this.”
“I can’t,” I panted out, trying to get my brain to work. “Those few words were the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He froze, his back to me as he glanced over his shoulder. “Wait, what?”
“Please.” Ever so slowly, he moved around into my embrace. He felt so right in my arms, I never wanted to let him go.
“You broke my brain. I’ve never thought about lingerie before, and the thought of it on you overwhelmed me for a moment. But honestly, my opinion doesn’t matter. If you feel good in lingerie and it makes you happy, then nothing else matters.”
“Seb,” Indy’s voice cracked, and he tightened his arms around my waist.
We stood like that, breathing in the moment.
He nuzzled into my chest, his beautiful curls shifting with the movement. This man had my heart. All he’d been through, all he’d done in his life to become the man he was today; I was in awe.
I love you, I thought as I kissed the top of his head.
It might be too early for those three little words, but I felt them in my core. Indy had changed my life. I vowed to show him how much he meant to me in every way I could.
Starting now.
“Let’s finish getting ready for bed. I want to keep holding you, and it will be more comfortable lying down.” I shuffled carefully over to my dresser, without my cane, to findsomething that might fit Indy. It wasn’t until the last drawer that I found an old T-shirt that might work.
Turning around, I found Indy standing behind me with my cane held out and an eyebrow raised. “Thanks. Sorry, I know I need to keep using it,” I said, a little embarrassed at having to be reminded. I took the cane and handed him my old T-shirt. “Try this, it’s from high school and probably the only thing that might come close to fitting you.”
“Thanks. I’ll just duck into the bathroom to change.” Color flushed Indy’s cheeks as he dashed from the room.
Finishing my nightly routine, I changed into a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. I sat on the bed waiting for Indy.
When he finally emerged, dressed in my oversized T-shirt, something new inside of me roared to life. Ilovedseeing him in my clothes. A primal part of me treasured that he looked claimed by me. I was transfixed by the way my shirt fell off one of his slight shoulders because the neckline was too big. It was more like a dress on him, and the hem danced just above his knees, giving me teasing glimpses of his toned thighs as he walked towards me.
He was a vision. Softness, sunshine, and alluring beauty all rolled into one delectable and compact package.
He stopped in front of me, color highlighting his cheeks, and his teeth digging into his full bottom lip. I was held captive in his presence and never wanted to be released.
In a move I didn’t see coming, he climbed up to straddle my lap, kissing my cheek before moving to my mouth. Kissing him was as easy as breathing, and I swore I wouldnever get enough. His lips were soft and pliant against mine, tentatively exploring and teasing.
“Thank you, Seb,” he whispered. “You make me feel seen and fearless in a way I never thought was possible.”
Hearing his words, I became overwhelmed by my feelings for him. It was so strong, I was close to drowning. I tentatively placed my hands on his thighs. My need for him came alive as my palms skated over his soft skin. He was gorgeous, but that’s not what had me enraptured.
It washim.
