Page 46 of Let Leaves Lay Where They Fall

Nathan grins. Turning to gather more gauze from the table. His touch is soft and tender on the aching thigh.

“I can take care of that for you too.” He looks up into Jamie’s eyes as he turns back.

Jamie is frozen and wrinkles a brow.

Nathan’s eyes drop to the concealed lap. He nods. That hungry look in his eyes again.

Knowing his face is a hundred shades of red. Jamie stumbles over the word, “behave.” Looking down at his leg to avoid temptation by eye contact. He bunches the blanket nervously.

Nathan shrugs and giggles. “Okay.”

Smooth fucker. Maybe he should just accept the offer?

He imagines just grabbing Nathan’s bicep and pulling him up into his arms. Kissing those plump lips. Raking his fingers in those dark curls. Fucking him right here on the sofa.

He looks back at the microwave clock, glowing 10:38. Plenty of time before there’s any chance of Andrew getting home.

Nathan plasters the final bit of tape onto the bandages. Completing the wrap. “There. All better again.” His hand slides down Jamie’s bare shin. Tickling the hairs already standing up at the electric connection. He gives his ankle a gentle squeeze.

It takes every ounce of will in Jamie to keep from climbing on the nurse and devouring him. These meds are wild.

Nathan stands up and it’s obvious, from Jamie’s direct line of sight. He hadn’t been the only one swelling in his pants.

Nathan catches him staring and flashes a sly grin when their eyes meet again.

If he winks, it’s on.

He moves to sit on the other end of the sofa. “Would you like to order lunch or something? Have you eaten yet today?”

“I haven’t.” Jamie gurgles his words. Clearing his throat. “We can if you want?” He hadn’t planned on the day turning into a date. “There’s actually a veggie lasagna in the fridge. Andrew made it last night, but I fell asleep and didn’t wake again this morning.” Jamie points at the counter. “He left a note, telling me to dig in. He may not be back tonight anyway.” He smiles. “He’s met some traveler from Montreal he’s flinging with.”

“Good for him.” Nathan cheers. “Lasagna sounds great.”

Jamie starts to push himself off the sofa.

“I’ll get it.” Nathan pops up. Touching Jamie’s shoulder. “You stay off the leg.” He moves to the kitchen.

Jamie lowers his sweatpants and puts the wounded leg back in, pulling them up into place. Twisting his body and laying an elbow over the back of the sofa to watch Nathan fumble around the kitchen.

“Can we do one thing really quick, before lunch?”

“Yes.” Nathan perks up. Hopefully this is going where he thinks.

“Can you grab the little pink bowl under the sink, and the bag of kibble next to it?”

Nope, that wasn’t it. “Sure.” He’s curious.

Jamie stands off the sofa, and wobbles to the fridge. He grabs a bottled water. “Follow me.”

Nathan hugs the bag of kibble, with bowl in hand and trails his wobbling leader.

They go out the door.

Nathan sweeps in under Jamie’s arm at the top of the stairs, wrapping his own around the cutie’s waist. Inhaling cocoa butter.

They wobble down the stairs together. Jamie leads them out the back door and they sit on the stoop. He waves for the bowl and kibble.

Nathan hands them over. Watching as Jamie pours the bits into the bowl and sets it down on the second step.

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