Chapter 6

Because I could say a lot, but I couldn't deny that Colton's help didn't just make my mother's spine not try so hard to have to carry me around the corners of the house, but that I also didn't let myself totally fall into that darkness that took over my chest just for his company. Colton was good at everything. And that annoyed me too. He could sing like a true poet. I could make jokes that left me breathless. And he could brighten my eyes every time he took off his shirt or dressed in an apron to cook for me. But I felt that even if I was naked in front of him, he still wouldn't look at me with desire.

Not because he thinks we should start a relationship before having any sex. But because he saw me in my worst state. He carried me on his lap when I couldn't feel anything but pain in my spine or legs when trying to walk. He wiped my drool when I couldn't breathe through my nose and had to sleep with my mouth open. He put me under the shower "still in clothes" to take cold showers whe