Dog Days

Chapter 117

After he goes to the restroom, he steps out, naked, as I take a few hits off the bong. He walks over and crawls into my lap to take it from me, before laying out his bad knee "My entire body is sore."

I chuckle as he takes a few puffs "I'm sorry, darlin. I might have gotten a little bit carried away."

He bites his lip and declares "I really enjoyed it."

He hands the bong back and I smile "Good. I was worried about hurting you."

He sighs, before declaring "I wasn't in any pain, other than my knee."

I hum, only to spark the bowl and start smoking. He declares "Tomorrow, though, is going to be rough."

I smile, and declare "I'll pamper you."

He takes the bong and puffs away. He offers it to me and I wave it off. He sits it aside and looks towards my clock. He sighs "Well, it's ten o'clock. I'll go get your meds."

He stands and limps towards the closet as I call after him "I can do it!"

He waves it off "I can get it, dear."

He steps into the closet and is back in all of a minute with a glass of water and my meds.

He hands them over and sighs "Down the hatch."

I down them, only to sit the glass aside and sigh "Thank you."

He rubs my chest, softly, before declaring "No problem, darling."

He picks up the glass and gets a drink, before putting it down and asking "Do you need anything from the kitchen?"

I furrow my brow and declare "I'm good."

He hums, before declaring "I'm going to make a cup of tea. If you want anything, let me know."

He stands up and walks out of the room with his cane.

As he walks out, I look over his back.

I know he wore that robe to cover his back. Don't get me wrong, it was very sexy, but I know he doesn't like me seeing them.

They're not ugly.

Quite the opposite, actually.

I know it's hard for him. He's been through absolute hell, and the scars on his back are a constant reminder.

I would be lying if I didn't say that I remember that footage every single time I see them. I remember watching his suffocating as he was chained to a literal whipping post, covered in his own filth.

I know he has to carry some of that with him.

He comes walking back in with his cup of tea, as he turns out the overhead lighting, he declares "I left the porch lights on. I hope that's alright."

I hum as I turn off my bedside lamp "That's fine. My meds should kick in, in a little bit."

He crawls into bed next to me and sips his tea, only to sit it aside.

I look him over and ask "Can I ask you something?"

He looks at me with a soft smile "Yes?"

I take a deep breath and ask "When he did that to your back..." his smile drops and I ask "do you think I don't find you attractive?"

He sighs, before shrugging "Sometimes, yeah. I don't find myself attractive. I don't think I ever have."

I give him a tired smile and declare "I find you extremely attractive. Your scars remind me of how strong you are. You are an extremely beautiful man."