CARTER
She looks around, seemingly at a loss. “Um…”
“Need me to refresh your memory?” I’m having way too much fun with this than I should. “If I remember correctly, your words were ‘I want to assist you in taking a shower’. Or are you retracting them?”
“Of course not,” Rory huffs, rolling her eyes as she seems to get her bearing back. “Why would I? I said I’ll help you take a shower and I will.”
One of my brow quirks up as I appraise her. “Okay, so why am I standing in here and you’re all the way over there?”
My mood has significantly improved compared to when I slid out of bed this morning with my arm radiating so much pain, I’d wanted nothing more than to cut the limb off and be done with it.
After staggering to the bedside table, pain ringing a fucking anthem in my head, I’d found my prescription, popped two pills in my mouth and washed it down with water before stumbling into the bathroom to take a piss.
The fact that I’d woken up to find Rory sleeping next to me yet hadn’t ling
