Chapter 8
Rami was indeed exactly the way they had left him, as though he had lost the ability to do anything other than stare blankly ahead with a giddy smile on his face. He wasn’t panting anymore, which was good. Felix sat on the bed next to him and offered him a washcloth that he had brought from the bathroom.
“How you doin’, champ?”
Rami took in a long deep breath and let it out. “I’m good,” he said, wiping up the c*m on his chest.
“Ready to get up or do your legs still hurt?”
“I think they’re okay.” Rami stretched out both his legs. He winced. “Yeah, they’re sore, but I think that’s from having them in that position for so long.” He pushed himself up and stepped off the bed. He winced again, hissing through his teeth. “Nope, never mind, they are definitely not happy.”
Felix pat
