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There was nothing sexual in his movements, no expectations on his part. The moment had nothing to do with the attraction we had towards each other, but rather one person taking care of another. But that wasn’t right either. I knew in my heart that this was so much more than him just taking care of someone. Jeremy was doing this for me, to show me how much he cared for me. I’d scared him, but instead of demanding answers, he was showing me with his actions how special I was to him.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I loved this man. I was in love with this man. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. He was intelligent and strong, honest and kind and I had never felt safer than I did in his arms. He was remarkable and for whatever reason, he seemed to care about me too. How far his feelings went, I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because I loved him, and I would treasure whatever time we had together.
He finished washing me and then quickly washed himself, turning us so he could rinse off under the water. When he was finished, he dried me off and then wrapped me in a towel before pulling my soaked underwear off and dropping them into the tub. I followed him into the bedroom where I climbed under the covers, tossing my towel onto the floor.
Jeremy sat beside me on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached down, smoothing my hair out of my eyes. I stiffened when his gaze trailed over my face and I wondered what he thought when he saw the jagged scar along my eye or the puckered skin which pulled it down at the corner. His expression remained the same though, filled with warmth and tenderness.
“Get some rest. I’ll check on you in the morning,” he whispered. He stood and turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist and he gave me a questioning look.
“Will you stay, please?” I could see the hesitation in his eyes and his brows furrowed. “I don’t want to be alone, but more than that, I want to be with you.” Jeremy stared at me for a long moment as if he wasn’t sure what I was asking for, so I decided to make myself very clear.
“I want you to make love to me.” My heart was pounding wildly inside my chest, so I was surprised when my voice came out steady.
