Chapter 11“You barely ate your dinner.”
Eduardo opened his eyes and saw Alex standing in front of him in a towel. The food Alex had brought him sat cold on a plate next to the sofa. It had been a tortuously long day of lying there, feeling like a prisoner, and Eduardo had no appetite.
“I’m still feeling nauseous I guess.”
He flinched as Alex put a hand on his forehead.
“No temperature, so that’s good,” he said. “I know something that will make you feel better.”
“What’s that?” Eduardo asked cautiously.
“This.” Alex backed up, so his body was in full view, then dropped his towel.
Eduardo couldn’t help but take in his naked body. Alex had aged well. His body looked surprisingly similar as it did in high school, except now he had the thickness of a man. Alex had light brown skin and a m
