Forbidden Pleasures
60 Days With My Stepfathers Brother
Truth and Comfort
Michael winced sharply as he tried to sit up a little straighter against the large wooden headboard of his bed. His face twisted in a brief flash of pain, and he kept his large hand pressed flat against the white bandages covering his ribs.
“Jess… please, just breathe for me,” he said, his voice sounding incredibly hoarse, rough, and dry. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat. “I am okay, I promise you. It looks a lot worse than it actually is.”
I didn't listen to his warnings. I rushed across the bedroom floor straight to the side of the bed, the tears already falling fast and heavy down my cheeks. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I looked at him.
“What do you mean you are okay? What happened
