Page 135 of Here With Me
“Noah!” Fisher rushes out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand. “What’re ya doin’?”
“I was just comin’ back,” Magnolia follows.
“I have to pee. Is that okay or am I not allowed?”
Fisher hands Magnolia the utensil before grabbing my crutches and handing those to her next.
“Hey, I need those.”
Silently, he lifts me into his arms and walks me the rest of the way to the bathroom. Surely, he’s not doing what I think he’s doing.
“This is ridiculous,” I tell him when he places me on my feet in front of the toilet.
“Can you lower your shorts or do you want me to?”
“I think I got it from here.” I bite my lower lip, not wanting to admit how much it hurts to move.
“Why’re you lyin’ to me? Just let me help you.”
“Excuse me for not wantin’ to pee in front of you. I don’t like bein’ waited on,” I admit.
“I’m not waitin’ on you. You never minded me takin’ off your clothes before.”
I shove my fist in his chest. “You know what I mean. Can I have some privacy, please?”
“I’ve kissed, licked, and seen every inch of you.”
A shiver runs up my spine at the memory of our last time. “Well, let’s not add this to the long list of things you’ve seen or done.”
“Noah.” He cracks a smile. “Let me pull them down for you, then I’ll leave.”
The urge to go gets stronger, so I stop arguing and nod. “Fine. But don’t look.”
He chuckles as he kneels in front of me, loops his fingers in my panties and shorts, then closes his eyes.
Slowly, he lowers them down my thighs and the soft touches of his thumbs brushing my bare legs nearly have me moaning. He’s careful not to touch my ankle as he stands.
“Do you wanna lean on me to sit?”
“Oh my God, no. I’d like some dignity left.”
Smirking, he keeps his eyes shut. “Fine, I’ll be out in the hallway. Shout when you’re done.”
He shuts the door behind him, but it only closes halfway. I’m too desperate to yell at him, so I don’t bother. Sitting on the toilet is more painful than I expected, but I bite my lip to keep from groaning.
Once I’m finished, I manage to pull my shorts up as I stand and balance against the counter. Then I hobble to the sink and wash my hands.
“You’re done?” Fisher barges in, startling me.
“Jesus. Yes.”
Without warning, he lifts me into his arms, and I settle against his chest.
“This is unnecessary. I need to learn how to use the crutches.” I hug around him tighter, enjoying his warmth.
“And ya will, but it’s only your first day home. You’re still drowsy from the morphine and the last thing you need is to get hurt worse.”
When he brings us into my bedroom, Magnolia stands from the bed and fluffs the pillows before he lays me down.
