She nods and quickly exits the room. “Seth, take a deep breath,” I say and he looks up at me.
“What?” he asks, reaching for the hem of my sweatshirt and begins to help me out of it as carefully as he can.
“You were a bit short with her. She’s just doing her job,” I tell him, hoping he’ll relax just a bit.
He shakes his head. “No one, not anyone, is going to help my mate remove her clothes. That’s my job, and only mine.”
“Fine,” I say with a small giggle, but the giggle leaves almost immediately as I have to lift my arm to remove the shirts. Thank goodness I didn’t even try to put a bra on because I don’t think I’d be able to get it off of me now.
I stand and Seth helps me pull my pants off and then he gently helps me into the gown, being ever so careful not to touch the injury.
