“Sit up,” I tell him as I crouch down next to him. He complies, and I take the empty water bottle before curling his fingers around the toothbrush.

I grab some painkillers from the cabinet and fill the water bottle up from the sink. Then I dampen a washcloth as he spits into the toilet bowl.

He brushes sluggishly and messily, and I have to bite my smile at the sight of toothpaste dribbling down his chin.

“Open,” I say, cupping his chin with the washcloth. When he does as I say, I drop a couple Advils into his mouth. He drops the toothbrush onto the floor and I give him the bottle to wash the pills down.

Tossing the toothbrush into the trash bin, I kneel behind him and wait for him to be done drinking before taking the cloth and wiping his face.

Tilting his head back, I don’t miss the way his eyes part into slits as he looks up at me. Watching me.

Once I’ve gotten his face cleaned up and most of the blue stain scrubbed from his lips, I toss the washcloth somewhere across the tiled floor.

“Better?” I whisper, stroking his upside-down face.

His throat works with his swallow as he gives a little nod. His hair tickles my sternum.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, just...watching each other. His eyes blink sleepily, dark lashes fluttering over his cheeks as my fingers slow their idle touches right next to the corner of his softly parted lips. Not for the first time, the night of the storm rushes across my mind in little choppy flashes.

Will straddling me, shirtless, pants tented. Eyes devouring every inch of me.

The feel of his mouth sucking my skin, leaving little bites and bruises all over my chest and neck.

The feel of his plush lips molding to mine. The hot, wet stroke of his tongue. The sharp puncture of teeth against my flesh.

His hand stroking my cock, stroking us together—so big, so rough compared to what I’m used to.

“So fucking perfect.”

I release a shaky breath and pull my hand back.

I don’t miss the way he doesn’t even fight me as I move away. It almost pains me that he likely won’t remember this tomorrow, but it’s also reassuring in a way. I don’t look too hard into why that might be.

He lets me guide him back onto the floor without protest.

I can’t help but tense when he rolls over, easily fitting his head into my lap and wrapping his arms around my waist like he fucking belongs there. He rubs his nose into my stomach and I nearly choke on my own saliva.