Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Do you have X-ray vision now? How do you know it’s just a sprain?”
“Because of my X-ray vision,” I counter. “Did I forget to tell you about that?”
I don’t have to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes. “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”
I know that tone. It’s his serious-mixed-with-worry tone, which means Donovan isn’t taking no for an answer. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll see you soon.”
“Stop pouting.”
“I’m not pouting,” I lie because I’m clearly pouting. I don’t know why I don’t just tell him about my concerns, but it’s embarrassing. Despite all he’s been through, Donovan has always had it together. He’s always known what he wanted, and there was never any doubt that he would make that happen. I’ve never had the same kind of goals he had. I didn’t go to college, and I don’t have 401(k)s and such. I’m not as smart as him, and I do my best not to highlight that truth.
“Are you okay? Is something else wrong other than the injury?” His voice has switched over to all concern now. I know each and every one of Donovan’s voices by heart.
“I’m fine, D. Just come over and take care of me.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be right there.”
As soon as we end the call, I take some more medication because my leg is killing me. I have to piss too, but the thought of bouncing my way into the bathroom doesn’t appeal, so I decide to wait until Donovan is here to help.
Before I know it, I hear his key in my lock and D’s pushing into my apartment.
“Hey, D. Wanna go jogging with me today?”
He rolls his eyes. It’s a thing he does a lot around me.
“Shit, babe. It looks even worse in person.” Donovan walks over and lightly dances his fingertips over the tight skin of my ankle and foot. The gentle touch sends goose bumps up my calf.
“Please don’t tell me that.” And because it’s easier to concentrate on Donovan than worry about what I’m going to do, I take him in. He used to keep his dark hair a little longer. You can’t see the curls as much now that it’s practically buzzed into a fade. His eyes have this sort of sparkle to their brown depths. Donovan tries to smile at me, his full lips this perfect bow shape, and where usually the grin makes me feel better, it doesn’t right now.
“There’s no way to know if it’s broken without an X-ray. We really need to get you into urgent care.”
With a sigh, I drop my head back against the arm of the couch, and for good measure, I bang it a couple of times. He’s right. I don’t doubt he’s right, but I really don’t want to have to do this. I just want my ankle to feel fine so I can go back to my regularly scheduled life.
“Why are you so upset about going to the doctor?” Donovan runs his fingers through my hair the way he knows I like. I’m completely aware that it’s like he’s giving me scritches, but it’s hands down one of the best feelings and always helps me feel better.
“Nothing. It’s fine. Will you help me to the bathroom? I need to pee and clean up. I’m sweaty from the game but couldn’t shower last night.”
He looks at me funny, his nose scrunched up in this confused way that’s so familiar, but he doesn’t voice any concern. Instead, he nods, then takes my hand while I change positions to sitting before getting to my feet…well, foot.
With his arm around me, taking some of my weight, Donovan helps me hop down the hallway to the bathroom. Once I’m in front of the toilet, I put one hand on the counter to help hold me up and use the other to maneuver the front of my shorts and underwear down so I can fish out my cock.
Donovan doesn’t leave the room. I’ve been naked around him a thousand times, and it doesn’t bother me at all. Honestly, I wouldn’t have a problem being naked around anyone because at the end of the day, it’s just a body, simple as that. Donovan rummages through the cabinet and gets a washcloth out, his eyes, as always, staying away from my nakedness. I’ve wondered if he works so hard not to catch a glimpse because he worries it would make me uncomfortable, but I’ve never had the balls to ask. The last thing a guy wants to hear is that he hasn’t done a good enough job letting his best friend know he’s completely comfortable with his sexuality.
I moan as soon as the piss begins to flow. “I thought I was going to die. I’ve been holding that in all night. Why does it feel so good to pee?”