He didn't let go of me and I was grateful, letting myself succumb to his embrace. "It's intense," he said.
Understatement. My eyes hadn't fully slid back into focus yet and my soul ached. Role-playing was supposed to be an escape from all these feelings, not something that made me feel them even more. Not something that forced me to tell the truth to myself when I wanted to pretend.
I tried to get up, but my arms wouldn't support me.
Rohan kissed me, slow and sweet. "Stay there. Let me take care of you." He wiped me down with a warm washcloth. "Are you dehydrated? Do you want water?"
"Juice box. In my purse." I motioned with a shaky hand.
"Someone came prepared." He pulled the straw free with a crinkle of plastic and punctured the top.
"Ms. Clara was very thorough about what I could expect." I sucked about half the juice back in one go.
Rohan winced, blushing. He sat naked and cross-legged on the bed and massaged my leg. "You told Ms. Clara?"