Page 31 of Lyric

Lyric went to the bathroom door and opened it for me, standing to the side as I stumbled through. When I got to the other side he politely shut it. I knew he was waiting for me to finish and normally I would consider it an intrusion, but with him it felt good, as if I was being looked after and very well cared for.

Once I got to the toilet, I could balance myself hands free. Good thing I didn't have to do anything other than pee.

When I finished, I got the chance to look around. For a guest bathroom it was quite lavish with a claw foot tub and a hugewalk-in glass shower. I longed to feel cool water pouring over me. When I looked down at my hands and forearms, I could see I was still dirty despite them trying to clean me up at the hospital. Plus, I really needed to wash my hair.

I hopped on my crutches to the door and opened it. Lyric stood with his arms crossed over his chest staring out the window. It was still light out so I must not have slept long. From where I stood, I could see green hills leading to dense forest and a violet sky overhead.

“Any word on if they caught him yet?” I asked.

“Nothing yet.”

I sighed heavily, not moving.

Lyric turned to look at me. “As long as you're here you don't need to worry. Security is very tight, and the police are making rounds every hour. I don't think Colt knows where I live anyway.”

“I don't know anything about him,” I said. “He could have followed us and we'd never have known it. He could be really stupid or really smart, I just don't know.”

Lyric nodded. “Would you like to go back to bed? Would you like something to eat?”

“What I'd really like is a shower.” I spoke without thinking. When I realized what I'd said my face flushed all over because I knew I couldn't take a shower by myself with my sprained ankle.

“Do you need help?”

I bowed my head. “I think I might.”

Lyric frowned, tilting his head beyond my shoulder and into the bathroom. “My shower upstairs has a place to sit if that helps. How to get you up those stairs is another matter.”

“That's okay. I think I can make do here.”

“What I mean is I'd have to carry you which is no problem for me but might be awkward for you.”

“Carry me?”

“It'd be like carrying a couple baskets of feathers since you're so small.”

I ducked my head.

“No offense,” Lyric added.

I thought about it. Which would be more embarrassing? Having him carry me? Or having him stand at the door of the shower holding me up while I tried to wash my hair?

“Are you sure I'm not intruding?”

“Positive.” This time his smile flashed beautiful white teeth.

“All right. I'll take you up on your invitation to shower in your room.”

“Excellent choice. Hand me your crutches.”

I did as he asked and he leaned them against the wall saying, “I'll bring them up later.”

Then he held out his arms, one going under my knees and the other supporting my upper back. As I was lifted up off the ground I wobbled for a moment feeling I'd lost my balance again. I grabbed for his shoulder, my fingers twisting in the neckline of his shirt. He’d changed out of the hospital scrubs probably while I napped. His shirt was a white cotton pullover and smelled soapy fresh.

Before I could orient myself, he swung me around and we were out the door, down the hall and moving up the stairs. I could barely catch my breath. I tried to tell myself it was because I was tired, but in truth it was because of the nearness of him, and the sheer strength of an alpha with his arms wrapped around me. I might have been injured but I was still human. I responded as any warm-blooded omega would. With an erection.

At least I would have privacy in the shower.

Let him see you are a proud omega.

---