“Shit.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
“Quinn....”
“Whatever you did, it doesn’t matter. Now, Gregor is making coffee. After breakfast, you can tell me how you acquired an aluminum crutch.”
He turned away, and I took the opportunity to rest my fingers on his shoulders, being careful with the right one. He stiffened, and I couldn’t remember feeling him so tense.
“I broke my other crutch.”
“How?” I forgot I’d said he could wait until after breakfast to tell me.
“It wasn’t pretty.”
“I imaging not.” I wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned against his left shoulder. “It doesn’t matter,” I said again. “I’ll never stop loving you, no matter what you do.”
He reached for my hand and brought it to his lips, but instead of kissing it, he licked the webbing between my fingers, and I shivered.
“Are you trying to distract me?” I asked, breathless.
“Yeah. Is it working?”
“It was until you asked that. Tell me what happened.”