The Dom’s Submission: Complete Series by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 19: Terry
The next few days were a blur to Terry. The only thing he remembered was that Maggie was always there. It was heaven and hell because he couldn’t do anything but appreciate her fingers skimming over his hot flesh and her scent surrounding him. He was too weak to touch her like he craved, to kiss her and to fuck her. Even his dick was too tired to respond. It’d twitch every now and then but standing tall was too much for it.
He rolled over, tossing the covers aside. He wasn’t hot anymore. His fever had broken and his body, although still tired, didn’t feel like it was beyond living. He sat up, drinking the water that was in a cup on his nightstand. It was delicious, like nectar from the gods, and he had Maggie to thank. She really was a natural caregiver. He’d been sick and grumpy and she’d been pleasant and attentive, but most important she’d stayed.
He stood and went into the bathroom, starting his shower. He needed it bad. He stared in the mirror, barely recognizing the man who looked back at him. His face was gaunt and pale, big bags under his eyes and he had a decent beard going. He scratched his jaw. He needed to shave and lord help him, brush his teeth. He grabbed his toothbrush and had just put it in his mouth when Maggie stepped into the bedroom.
“Terry? You’re up. How are you feeling?” She touched his head. “Fever’s gone.”
He pulled out the toothbrush. “Better. Thanks.”
“I’m glad.” She turned and started to leave.
“I’ll be out after I shower.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder and gave him a slight nod.
The shower was fabulous. The hot water soaked into his body, soothing away the aches. He stayed in there a long time, but not only because it felt good. He wasn’t ready to face Maggie. There was no way he could let her go. She’d cared for him and even though his instincts screamed at him to push her away before she hurt him, he couldn’t. Not now.
He turned off the shower and got out, drying and putting on clean clothes. He walked down the hallway. The house was quiet. It hadn’t been quiet in days—always in the background had been kids and television and laughter. All the sounds he’d loved and lost when his wife had left him.
His feet froze when he stepped into the living room. They were gone, all of them. Just like before, nothing remained but pain and memories.
