Page 36 of The Fallen
Or Asenath will take matters into his own giant hands. Going by the glowering look on his face, that won’t end well for anyone.
I throw up my hands, letting out a sigh when they all take a step away. At least the doctors and nurse do. Ben stays at my side, his fingers wrapping around mine.
“I’m fine, I am. I just. . . .” I take a deep breath, squeezing Ben’s hand. “How long was I out?”
“Most of the night,” the doctor replies as he puts his little flashlight back into his pocket. “There were some concerns, enough that the police have been alerted. We gave you IV fluids and some meds for pain. The damage that was done should heal without any issues so long as you apply an ointment to the tears. If you want to speak with someone, I can have a counselor come see you.”
Ben’s hand tenses and he looks between me and the doctor in confusion. I shake my head at him. The last thing I want right now is to tell him what happened.
“I just want to go to my room. Is that possible?”
“You just went tachycardic and were temporarily unresponsive. You should stay here for observation,” the doctor points out.
“It was a flashback,” I say quickly. “Please, I’ll have Ben with me. I won’t be alone.” Well, I won’t be alone no matter what, but they don’t need to know that. I peek quickly over at Asenath, my pulse pounding when he meets my gaze knowingly.
The doctor makes a sound of disagreement and I realize he’s staring between me and the monitor with an expectant look. “I’m nervous around doctors,” I say weakly.
Ben gives me a look that says all too clearly that he knows that’s bullshit.
“I’ll bring it up with the dean and if she says it’s okay, then I can have you discharged, but not a second sooner,” the doc huffs out.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Ben asks softly once the doctor has gone. I look down at our joined hands, his skin only a few shades darker than mine. Finally, I bring myself to look up at him, and the compassion I see in his eyes makes my chest tighten all over again.
My tongue feels heavy and I swallow convulsively. He’s my best friend, and I know I need to tell him, but fuck, the shame is like a lead weight in my stomach. “Not right now. Please,” I beg, hoping he won’t push.
“Okay. But scoot over. I’m getting into bed with you.”
My attention jerk to where Asenath is still silently standing, head tilting ever so slightly as Ben lowers the rails on his side and slowly climbs in beside me. I scoot over, rolling onto my side and making sure my arm with the IV in it doesn’t jostle around too much.
I’m hyperaware of my body as Ben shifts behind me, nestling himself against my back, one arm draping over my waist. Benis my best friend, but this doesn’t feel like best friend territory. This feels like something more.
“Try and get some more sleep,” Ben murmurs and I swear he’s close enough that I can feel his lips moving against the skin of my back. My heart pounds against my chest, thebeep, beep, beepof the monitor letting everyone know what being in the same bed as Ben is doing to me.
Surprisingly, exhaustion sweeps over me again, despite only being awake for a short time and my eyelids drop.
CHAPTER 5
Iblink open my eyes, taking in my messy desk across the room. Light streams in from the window and I’m content to just lie here. There’s warmth at my back and I can’t help but smile as memories of last night come return to me.
I mean, nothing actually happened, but as soon as the doc and the dean gave me a clean bill of health and sent me back to my dorm, Ben has been by my side, doting on me like I’m some fragile flower.
Usually, this much attention and coddling chafes at me, but oddly enough I find his concern comforting. I wasn’t even bothered when I woke up in the middle of the night to find him passed out next to my bed, I convinced him to just climb in beside me and sleep.
Do best friends typically do this? From what my female friends have said, women who are best friends tend to be affectionate to the point of cuddling and sleeping in the same bed, but we’re guys. Guys operate differently.
Because this doesn’t feel like best friend territory, this feels more likeboyfriendterritory.
Ben mumbles something in his sleep and I can feel his morning wood digging into my ass cheek as he shifts. He burrows his face between my shoulder blades and I force down a shudder. Ben’s asleep, and I shouldn’t think anything of this. Even as his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me flush against him as his hips grind against me.
He’s curling around me in such a way that one of his legs rests over mine, and when he thrusts his hips against me his cock drags through my crack and catches on my hole. I brace for an onslaught of pain from the touch, but there’s no pain. As if what happened last other day was just a nightmare
I suck in a breath, biting my bottom lip to keep in my moan as his cockhead rubs against my taint before thrusting back up.
I need to wake him up somehow. Roll away from him, get out of bed. Something that wakes him up enough that he stops humping me in his sleep.
Instead, my eyes close as I move one knee closer to my chest, opening myself up to him. My dick is already hard as granite, pre-cum leaking onto the sheets beneath me.
My eyes pop open. Oh, shit. At some point last night, I must have stripped out of my sleep bottoms. Without moving, I glance down my body and my breathing gets a little ragged when I see Ben’s bare thigh draping over my hip.
