Page 56 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“They’re both broken?” I winced. “I thought they must be.”
“My left arm needs surgery. The right is just a single fracture.”
“Okay. Here.” I pulled out the plush rainbow throw first. “It’s got sleeves and a hood, but I guess they’re not practical right now.”
“Oh my God.” He giggled. “You got me a rainbow slanket. I love it. It’s totally great. Thank you.”
“I’ll just lay it over you until you can move around and put your arms through the sleeves.” I spread the soft furry thing over him. It wasn’t long enough to cover his feet, but I’d thought of that.
“I got you some socks too.” I pulled them from the bag.
“Are those Muppets?” He must have had good drugs on board because he giggled again. “They are! Where did you even find this stuff?”
“The store.” He didn’t have to know how many stores Morrigan and I had gone tobeforeI’d found them. He didn’t have to know the care with which I’d chosen them.
At first, I was furious after the accident, then all I could think about was how small Sebastian had looked when they’d loaded him into the ambulance. How pale and how cold his skin had seemed.
I felt guilty, even though I had nothing to do with what happened. I felt like I could have done something, said something, but didn’t.
It was crazy, this connection I felt to him. I understood him, and whatever had gone wrong, I’d failed to notice how much pain he was in.
It was like a fresh wound, seeing him like this.
A new failure.
“Serena always complained about how cold hospitals are. Let me put these on you.” He had socks on—the kind that have little gumdrop dots on the bottom. I put the ones I bought him under those and covered his feet. “She’s always cold. If you get too warm, let me know.”
“It’s the nicest I’ve felt since I got here. Something about knowing you brought these for me…”
“Your poor face.” Bruises had blossomed since I’d seen him last. There were scrapes on his cheekbones.
“It’s fine, really.”
“They giving you good painkillers?”
He nodded. “They knock me out, though. I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got here.”
“Maybe it’s better that way.”
His stomach growled loudly. We both laughed.
I saw that someone left a yogurt on his nightstand with a spoon, so I felt it to see if it was still cool.
“They just brought that before you came.”
“You want it?” I tore off the lid and picked up the spoon. “I can help.” I scooped a bit of yogurt out and brought it to his mouth.
“I did not see this coming.” He smiled wryly before taking a bite.
“Good?”
“Heavenly.” He rolled his eyes. “I haven’t eaten since Saturday.”
He obviously needed food, but I felt surprisingly awkward. Since I had three kids, feeding him was natural and effortless. He didn’t spit it out or try to stick his hand in it, which was a bonus. But something about watching his mouth as he ate made things strange. I hadn’t noticed how lush his lips were before. How luminous and lovely his winter gray eyes were.
A blob fell from the spoon onto his lower lip, and without thinking, I swiped it away with my thumb and licked it off. My breath caught. How would that yogurt have tasted if I’d licked it from his lips instead?
“You know”—Sebastian lifted his gaze to mine—”I think we just had a K-drama moment.”
