Chapter 43

“You sure you’re okay?” Emerson asked.

Sean moved his hand—his uninjured one—down to the top of Emerson’s head. He gently laced his fingersthrough Emerson’s hair. “I’m good, Em. That felt amazing. You’re very in tune with my body. You reacted perfectly to what I wanted.”

Emerson felt a pleased grin curved his lips. “I told you that you were easy to read. But don’t be afraid to speak up if I’m doing something wrong.”

The gentle pet of Sean’s fingers stilled for a moment. “I’m sure you never do anything wrong. I’m seeing just how perfect you are.”

“Don’t say that. To see me, you have to see my flaws, too.”

“Flaws? They haven’t shown up yet. I’ll keep my eyes open, though.”

Emerson sighed. “We should probably get you in the shower to get you cleaned off.”

“I guess. What time is it?”

He raised his head and glanced at the clock on the microwave. “About nine-thirty.”

“Not sure I have a movie in me tonight, then.”