(Reese)
He kissed me carefully at first, like he was testing whether his side would let him do this the way he wanted to. I felt the tension in him when he shifted his weight and I pulled back.
"Your side," I said.
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You got stitches twelve hours ago."
"Reese."
"I'm serious," I said. "If you tear those stitches Carter is going to be furious and so will I."
He looked down at me. Something in his face gave way, not frustration exactly, more like a man weighing how much he wanted something against how smart it was to push for it.
"Let me handle this differently then," he said.
"Differently how?"
He shifted his weight off me, careful with the movement, and rolled onto his back instead. He reached for my hand and pulled gently.
"Come here," he said.
I und
