Page 85 of Stolen Kiss

I placed my fingers on top of his and felt him let go of the button. He looked up at me. We didn’t break eye contact when he pulled the socket out. He took the prosthesis and left it leaning against the wall by the bed, within my reach. I felt like I could kiss him.

A huge part of me not getting close to anyone was the vulnerability of my position. Once the prosthesis was off, I was limited in my mobility. Something about that left me feeling scared.

I didn’t want to be near anyone I didn’t trust when my prosthesis was off.

He smiled a little before looking down. He didn’t need my direction for the next part, and he was so careful about it. He pulled off the rubber liner next, before the liner socks, revealing my residual limb.

There was a bit of swelling from my wearing the prosthesis for so long, and Jensen grabbed the white jar that he’d brought in. It was a popular medical-grade lanolin cream for amputees. I had the exact jar at home.

It was supposed to help with skin irritation from wearing the prosthesis for so long.

The fact that he’d done his research on this did something to me. I could feel my eyes burning from the emotions.

He opened it and again he looked at me, silently asking my permission.

I nodded.

He grabbed a generous amount in his palm, rubbing some of the coldness away before he slowly rubbed it around the residual limb, massaging lightly.

I looked down, unable to meet his eyes anymore, my feelings getting to me, and I didn’t want him to see.

No one had ever taken care of me like this before—

I had never let anyone take care of me like this before.

It was so intimate. Much more intimate than me sleeping with Jensen. I didn’t know if he realized what a big deal this was for me, but it was.

If he ran scared now…

Fuck, that would just wreck me.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice catching a bit.

“Don’t thank me for this, sweetheart,” he said. “Not when it should be me thanking you for letting me do this.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to say any more.

We were silent while he worked.

Once he was done, he helped me lie on the bed on my stomach, placing a pillow directly beneath me.

I felt him grab the hem of my shirt. “May I?”

“Yeah,” I said gruffly.

He pulled the shirt up, revealing my lower back. I tried not to think about the fact that he was seeing me in my panties for the first time. At least they were sophisticated black ones, and not something from my more juvenile collection, which were probably the most comfortable panties I owned.

He took the massage oil and slathered it on my lower back. Then he got to work on the knots there.

I groaned in pleasure.

Fuck.

This was what I needed. My back muscles had been killing me all day, and now I was feeling too good to worry about being self-conscious in front of him.

“Thank you,” I told him sincerely.

I’d stopped going to a massage therapist last year, but maybe I should start going again. Though, now I doubted I would enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it with Jensen.

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