I woke alone, but Joseph came back shortly. He’s shirtless, wearing only shorts and running shoes. He’s sweaty, and if I’m being honest, it’s quite the turn-on.
“Where have you been?” I ask as I let my eyes rake over his body.
It’s been three weeks since I began bed rest, and I can’t stand it. There are things I miss, like leaving this room, but mostly, I miss my mate being inside me.
He smirks at me. “I went for a run. I’m trying to get stronger in both forms.”
I reach forward for the waistband of his shorts, but he pulls back from me. “Please,” I whine.
Joseph shakes his head. “You’re on bed rest, Mate. And not just because you wanted out of training. You actually need it.” I push out my bottom lip and I see his resolve begin to weaken the slightest bit, but not enough.
