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After we got out and dried off, Luke disappeared for half a minute and came back with underwear and shorts, which he then helped me step into.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot.”
He stood up and his eyes met mine. “Who helped you when you had your surgery and with all the PT?”
I conceded with a groan. “Well, yes. You did. And it was awesome, and I appreciated it. But it’s really not that bad this time, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“I want to,” he said quietly.
I nodded to the bathroom counter, the space where he knelt in front of me. “You didn’t help me last time like you did before the shower. Holy fuck.”
His cheeks flamed, and he picked up all our dirty clothes off the floor. “I need to start a load of laundry. You go start breakfast.”
Then he was gone.
I hobbled out to the kitchen, testing my knee. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t too good either. I made some toast and poured some juice and was putting it back in the fridge when Luke reappeared. He had the jar of ointment and a small medical kit. “I found this upstairs,” he said, producing a roll of athletic tape. “But I think maybe a trip to the doctor is a good idea.”
I put a slice of toast in his mouth and gave him a bear hug instead. He laughed but I didn’t let go. “I wanna stay right here,” I mumbled. “Like literally right here.”
“Are you being clingy to avoid the doctor?”
“No.” I totally was. But being clingy, as he called it, wasn’t all that terrible. Plus, it gave me the perfect opportunity to kiss his neck. “This spot right here, specifically,” I said, kissing up to his ear. “I wanna stay here.”
He pulled back, smiling as he chewed his toast.
I thumbed his bottom lip. “And this mouth. Now that I know what you can do with it, I’ll never look at it the same again.”
He shoved my arm, embarrassed. “God. Don’t say that.”
I laughed. “That was so fucking hot.”
He frowned at me, cheeks a rosy pink. “Sit up here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. “I’ll tape your knee.”
I did as he asked, took a slice of toast, gave him a bite first, then shoved the rest of it in my mouth. He inspected my knee. “There’s some bruising and it’s a bit swollen on this side.”
I didn’t care about my stupid knee. Using my not-stupid leg, I slid it around his back and pulled him in closer. I took his face in my hands and tilted his head back so I could kiss him. Just a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. “Hmm,” I hummed. “This fixes my knee.”
He smiled up at me. “You are extra clingy this morning.”
I didn’t even care. “I just need to be near you,” I murmured. “Touch you. Smell you. Kiss you.”
I did those three things, in that order, and he wiggled in my arms. “Maybe we should start every day like this.”
I laughed. “Actually, this day started with your ass against my dick and then an awesome BJ and mutual orgasms. But yes, all days should start like that.”
A knock on the door startled both of us, then Alma called out, “Hola. Hello?”
Luke stepped away from me and swatted my thigh when I laughed. “Yes, come in. We’re in the kitchen.”
She walked in. “I didn’t want to intrude. Just wanted to check on the patient. How is the knee?”
“I was just about to tape it,” Luke said. “He says it’s not so bad, but...”
She looked at my knee and frowned. “But it’s not good.”
I tried not to sigh too petulantly. “It’s been worse.”
Luke looked at me like,Really?
