Page 84 of Stolen Kiss

He stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded but didn’t watch him leave. Instead, I picked up the baby monitor on the nightstand, smiling a bit when I found Elodie in the video. She was sleeping soundly.

No trouble with her new bed at all.

That was good.

I put the monitor back down when I heard his footsteps, and moments later, Jensen walked on with a white jar in one hand and what looked like massage oil in the other. I recognized it on sight, and my shocked eyes jumped up to his.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, but I thought this would help you sleep better.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know what else to say to that. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and placed the two items down next to him. I eyed them like they might come to life and bite me.

“Trust me?” he asked.

I hesitated. Not because I didn’t know the answer, but that I was surprised I did.

“Yeah,” I said softly.

He made a soft murmur. “Fuck, baby. Do you know how badly I wanted to hear that?”

I shook my head. No, I didn’t, but judging from the look in his eyes at my response…

My heart tightened.

Did it really mean that much to him to have my trust?

He grabbed the covers, but he didn’t pull them back. He looked at me, his head quirking to the side.

I nodded my permission, and slowly he drew the covers off my body. Goosebumps rose across my skin, but I wasn’t cold. Jensen actually kept the house pretty warm.

No, it was the opposite, really.

I was burning for him.

He took me in, the silver flecks in his eyes now dark with hunger.

I was in nothing but his T-shirt and my panties and prosthesis.

“Can I?”

I took a deep breath. Besides my doctor, I had let no one help me take off the prosthesis before. Not my dad, nor Ethan, nor Evelyn.

I nodded.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he said, his voice gentle. “And tell me what to do.”

“F-First, pull down the sleeve,” I said, referring to the black cloth over the socket. He pulled it down.

“Okay?” he confirmed.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered. Clearing my throat, I continued, louder this time. “There’s a button on the socket. You press the release button, here—” I pointed to the depressed release button on the socket. “And pull down a little until you have enough space. Then you can let go of the button.”

He did as I asked. It took a couple of tries. He was doing it with so much more care than needed. He was probably worried he would hurt me in some way. It had been quite a learning curve for me to put on the prosthesis and to take it off.

But Jensen was doing this a hell a lot better than I’d done my first time.

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