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Brock
She lay propped up and still, breathing quietly while I perched on the edge of the bed and told her about the crash, and I couldn’t tell if she slipped back into unconsciousness or not. I kept talking, though, sharing every detail I could remember while gently working my fingers through her hair, smoothing my fingertips against her scalp.
Finally, a sigh shuddered through her, and I fell silent, only having gotten to day two of her out cold in my bed, letting her know all about my own head being a f****d up mess of worry waiting for her to wake.
I left out the parts about my washing her body and getting hard as hell.
“Why’d you come out here knowing the storm headed in?” I whispered, gliding my thumb across her chin, slightly parting her lips, and giving myself a boner over t
