Chapter 18

Holden ignored my cock, though. He carefully helped me step out of my sweats, then handed me the pants. It took me a moment to remember his instructions, but I folded them and placed them atop my shirt. And then I stood there, letting Holden look at me, because he hadn’t let go of my hips, and I couldn’t lie down like he’d told me.

“These look good,” he whispered, using one finger to trace underneath my small incisions. I had three. One low on my right side, one just under my sternum, and the third just above my belly button. They were still red, but they didn’t look inflamed. I watched his fingers on my skin, and shivered at his light touch. Suddenly, he pulled away and sat back. “Okay, get comfortable.”