Chapter 4
Milo wondered how Robert could ever have any sense of respect for him when he had to manhandle him in and out of bed, in and out of his small clothes and breeches. The indignity of having someone dress him, clean him had always stung but this was crushing.
“You could help a little, you know,” Robert said after a while and Milo’s temper soared.
“Oh really. What would you have me do? Dance around the room?”
“You could lift up and lend a hand. You are not a complete invalid. Remember yesterday? You were able to move your hips plenty then.”
Milo, for the first time in his life, was speechless. He could only stare and feel the heat burn his cheeks.
“I’m right. Come on, lift up.”
Milo grabbed that handles of the chair and heaved his arse up, allowing Robert to get him into his b
