I am so incredibly tired.
Suddenly, his phone rings, and he eyes the phone.
“Just my Aunt Del,” he says, but I know I need to answer. She’s been worried.
So I let my hands fall from him, and I reach for it, answering with a flick of my fingers. Caleb looks surprised but says nothing.
“Hello, Aunt Del,” I say, knowing I’m blushing as I speak.
This has nothing to do with his naked body inches from mine or how good he smells freshly washed.
“Hello there, sweet pea. How’s Caleb?”
Caleb grunts and says loudly, “I’m fine. And since when is Whit your sweet pea?”
She lets out a soft laugh and says, “Since he took care of you for three whole days. Without complaining. Have you thanked him yet, Caleb?”
He huffs. “Yeah, I did.”
Not sure if he has actually, but I don’t say anything.
“Well, I’m sending Sem and Luke over with more food for you both.”
Caleb whines. “No, don’t send them.”
“They’ll be there in a few hours.”
My lips twitch at how annoyed Caleb seems. I don’t know why. Aunt Del is lovely, and his cousins, while a little much, seem to care about him.
“How is he really doing, Whit? You can be honest with me.”
Caleb grunts and falls back onto his bed.
“He’s doing fine. Much better than before.”
“Good. You keep me updated.”
We exchange a few more words and then hang up, leaving Caleb to stare at me long and hard.
“How well did you get to know them when I was out of it?” he finally asks.
I shift slightly. “As well as I could with you wrapped around me.”
“And Sem and Luke were here? Liam and Anne, too?”
“I did say they came en masse.”
He groans, and that sound makes something heat in my abdomen. “Oh, fuck me. When you say wrapped around me, what do you mean by that?”
I bite my bottom lip, unsure if I should tell him. Doesn’t he know? Do I want him to remember the way I touched him, how I ran my hands up and down his naked skin?
I take a seat on the edge of his bed because my legs are shaking slightly. I don’t know if I can stand while I’m saying this.
“It means that I got up once to let them in, and then you moaned for me to get back in bed. And when I did, you…”
“Out with it,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushed red.
I know mine are the same. In remembrance of it all. “You crawled on top of me.”