Chapter 66. That Was... Damn

Rae:

He looks tired.

More than that—

Haunted.

The kind of weight that doesn’t sit on your shoulders.

It lives behind your eyes.

And buries itself in your bones.

I take his hand.

It’s warm. Rough.

I guide him back—

To the wall.

He lets me.

Always does, when I do it like this.

When I’m quiet. Focused.

Certain.

I kneel.

His breath catches.

My hands slide up his thighs, slow.

Press in.

Squeeze.

He jerks slightly.

A hiss through his teeth.

His towel’s still low.

Barely holding.

I kiss over the fabric.

Once.

Then again—

A slow drag of my tongue.

He stiffens.

A gasp.

Loud. Raw.

His hand finds the wall behind him.

I glance up.

Silent question.

He nods.

I let the towel fall.

Soft sound.

Louder in the quiet.

He’s already hard.

Already there.

I wrap