Page 36 of A Lick and A Promise

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“What are you doing about showers?” I asked.

He held my gaze then turned his to the ceiling, and yet another person that night gave me the impression I was working their last nerve.

“Knox,” I snapped.

He returned to me. “The reason I didn’t have pillows and my comforter is because I can get up the stairs.”

That stroke threatened again.

“You’re going up and down stairs?” It was near-on a shriek.

“Calm down,” he growled.

“I told you no heroics.”

He suddenly appeared baffled, and yeah, in case you’re wondering, that was also a good look on him. It made him look almost cute.

“When?” he asked.

“When I visited you after surgery.”

“I was drugged out then.”

I ground my teeth.

Then I said, “No heroics.”

“I go up them at night, I come down them in the morning. That’s it. For now. And I can take a fuckin’ shower by myself.”

“People fall in the bathroom, hit their head and die, Knox.”

“I’m not gonna fall and die, Luna.”

“You’re also not gonna shower without me or someone else here.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he sighed.

“Promise,” I demanded.

“These wounds are not as bad as you think.”

“Promise!” I shouted.

He lifted up his good hand. “Fuck, okay. Jesus Christ. I won’t shower without someone here. Happy?”

“Yes,” I told the groceries as I grabbed some to put in the fridge.

“You don’t have to drop by all the time,” he told my back.

“I know I don’t have to,” I told the refrigerator. “But I’m going to because I’m your”—I skewered him with a look over my shoulder—“friend.”

“I forgot you could be a pain in the ass,” he muttered.

“I didn’t forget that about you.” I did not mutter.

There was silence while I dealt with the rest of the groceries and tidied the bags.

“Okay, you’re sorted,” I told him.

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