The next morning arrived earlier than I expected. Last night, I had finished teasing Dylan very late at night. At first, I intended to sleep on the floor like that, but I still preferred the softness of the bed more, especially when having sex...
Both the softness of the bed and the softness that embraces the penetrating heat. I liked them all the same.
"When will it heal?" I questioned while I put on my shirt. I could feel the pain when I raised my arm or moved around. It made me feel that moving was difficult. I also had to be careful not to cut the wound open again. If it got infected, things would be worse.
It would not be good if I had to run back onto the shore. I might die before I reached the hospital. Who knew.
Bam!