Amy and Jessica were nowhere to be seen. "Where...?" I began.
"Gone for the day," he murmured, his nose in my hair.
He deftly handled the door while still holding me, kicked open the door and walked in. He gently set me down on his couch and sat back on his heels surveying me.
He smiled, letting his hand slide down my calf to my ankle.
It was an odd sensation, both stimulating and then mildly painful when he got to my ankle. He removed my shoe and frowned at the already swelling skin.
"Can you turn it this way?" he asked, his warm hand enveloping my foot, urging it one direction.
I nodded and obeyed.
"That way?"
I tried and winced slightly.
He nodded, stood, and went to his drinks cabinet. After some clattering and drawer slamming, he came back with a plastic to-go bag full o
