Japheth
“Make love to me?”
As if I would ever deny her anything, let alone that.
“Sweetheart, I would like nothing more than to bury myself in you all night long, but, are you sure you are up for it?” I touched her arm, just below a place where an extra large bandaid covered yet another scrape and bruise. “We don’t have to make love,” to show love, I added silently, “We can just snuggle and sleep.”
She pulled back from me. “You don’t want to?”
“I didn’t say that! I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She stood, moving slowly and carefully because of her injuries, and offered me a hand up out of the chair. I accepted it, although her strength wouldn’t have budged me from the chair if I hadn’t exerted my own effort. I turned and reached for my crutches, while she pulled the
