When both of Jeff’s wrists are broken in an accident, I’m ready to take care of him because Jeff has always taken care of me. Soon, I learn Jeff has dirty needs, and I’m eager to fulfill those too. Jeff says it’s wrong but I don’t care. Even if it’s my first time, I’ll take him deep and bare because I’ll do anything to make him feel better.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”
“I want to sleep with you.”
My face warms. I meant sleep in the same bed, but the words hang in the silence between us, their dirty meaning outweighing my innocent intention. But I guess their naughty meaning is true too.
“Sweetheart, I think you should go back to your room,” he says, the thick sleepiness gone from his voice now.
“Sharing a bed with me is inappropriate.”
Careful not to jostle his elbow and hurt his wrist, I move closer to him until my breasts are pressed against his upper arm between us.
He tenses. I’m in a loose nightie with no bra on underneath. I know he can feel the soft weight of my breasts on his arm.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“If I were sick, wouldn’t you do everything you could to make me feel better?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice. “I would.”
I place my hand on his chest, the rapid thud of his heartbeat against my palm. I can’t see his face, but I move mine closer to where I think it is until my lips are near his ear.
“Well, I love you too, Jeff.” I trail my hand over his chest and down his stomach. His breathing deepens when I push his shirt up and skim my fingertips along the strip of skin just above his boxers’ waistband. “And I will do anything to make you feel better too.”