Chapter 55

“Have a good night.” Finn waved as they stepped off the elevator at their floor. “They’ll have something to talk about tonight in bed,” he said.

As one side of the door met the other to begin the rest of our ride up, I wondered if Finn and I would, too.

* * * *

“All done.” I had Finn’s clothes all neatly folded and lined up on the couch by category—bottoms, tops, underwear, socks—when he came in from his shower.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I’d insisted on doing all the work, and he’d insisted on washing the sex smell away. My offer to maybe help with that was declined.

“Is it hard to shower with one wing?” I had hinted.

“I manage,” he’d said.

“Okay. If you need a hand or two…” The hope was I could help him get nice and clean and then undo it all by fucking him in the shower, if that was even possible with my leg situation.

“I’ll holler.”

He didn’t.

My towel looked good on him. There was that.