Page 59 of Uncharted

“Okay,” I repeated. “That works.”

“It would too,” he muttered.

“Still kinda want that shower though,” I told him with a grimace.

He chuckled. “Then get up and take a shower. Just let me wrap your arm and…I guess your head doesn’t need that shower cap anymore.”

“Nah, I got a pass on that one,” I said as he got the wrap and the tape again, sitting down to wrap it up. “And ya don’t have to wash me this time.”

“Sure,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t like the shower I helped with?”

Heat flashed in my gut. “Oh, I definitely enjoyed that shower. Top three showers really.”

His eyes narrowed. “What are the other two?”

I smiled, because of all the difficulty he had making peace with what was going on between us, there were signs he wasn’t as ready to bolt as he was afraid of. Because while I wasn’t going to say it for now, there were moments like that where I would swear he was burning with jealousy.

“Spent like three weeks without a shower in the desert. The first shower I had, and it was restricted to only a couple of minutes, but it was amazin’. And then there was the time I came down with the worst fever, and the girl I was seein’ at the time shoved me into a cold shower. God, it felt amazin’,” I told him. “And then there’s the shower you gave me the other day.”

“Feels a little weird to be compared to your first shower in three weeks, and one taken while burning up in a fever that probably should have sent you to the ER,” he said, getting off the bed so I could move.

I did, wincing a little as my chest protested. I was so looking forward to the day when I wouldn’t have to brace for the pain. And well, when I could work without someone breathing down my neck for fear I might make myself worse.

“Normal shower?” he asked from the bathroom.

“Yeah,” I said. The water came on, and thankfully all I had left on were the shorts that I could unbutton on my own. Then went the underwear, which I pushed down with my good hand and let drop. I glanced at Reno, who rolled his eyes and motioned for me to go into the shower. “Ya gonna watch me?”

“I’m going to be in the other room,” he told me. “And wait to take my shower.”

“I mean,” I said, turning to look at the shower stall and then down at my arm. “Yeah, okay.”

“You’re too big,” he told me, slapping my ass as he passed.

“Hey!” I laughed and stepped under the water. “Was that a double meanin’ sorta thing?”

“What?” he asked from somewhere in the building. “You being too big?”

“Yeah,” I asked, a little curious.

“I was talking about fitting us both in there,” he called back, and I rolled my eyes.

“Not what I was askin’,” I muttered, but I busied myself washing. Once that was done, I stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off. That was honestly the hardest part without help, but he’d stepped out of the room for a reason, so I wasn’t going to call him back in to help me. He appeared anyway, taking the time to hand me a pair of loose pants and take the plastic off before stepping into the bathroom.

“Thanks,” I said as I dropped onto the bed to put on my pants. I could have done it standing up, but it was harder that way.

While I was more than willing not to push things with him, that didn’t mean I didn’t pause in trying to get on a pair of pants to look through the doorway as he stripped. There was the not so surprising burst of envy in my head that he was able to do something so basic without fighting his own body. That was quickly wiped away when he was down to his underwear and then shucked those off and dropped them into the pile of clothes.

I didn’t know what went on in his head when he looked at me and got turned on, but I knew for me there was always the weird sense of…unreality, I guess. Like there I was, staring at his ass and his dick as if I had been ogling men my whole life. There was a part of my mind that couldn’t help but step back and wonder where in the fresh hell that had come from because that did not make sense with the rest of my life.

Didn’t stop me staring though, or watching the way his ass bounced when his foot came down after removing his underwear. Or from wondering what it would be like to pin him beneath me as I slid into him, feeling the grip of his ass around my cock as I watched his face. Or even from wondering what it would feel like to have a real dick inside me, unlike the toys I’d had before, and for it to be Reno above me as he tested the waters even further.

I was getting hard, and that made it even more difficult to get my pants on. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and frowned at the bottle sitting there. Not only did I not leave my lube sitting out, but that was not my bottle. I didn’t know where it had come from, and I would have remembered it being there when I fell asleep.

My eyes snapped toward the bathroom as I heard the water shut off, and Reno started humming. It wasn’t in tune, but I smiled before looking at the bottle again.

Reno emerged with a towel around his waist, hair dripping, and stopped. “What?”

“Tryn’ to tell me somethin’?” I asked, glancing at the bottle meaningfully.