Eli had been stitched up and bandaged then sent home after a few hours.

He wasn't going to be able to do much for about a week which meant he'd need assistance.

Guess whose job that is.

We arrived at his house and I noticed the boys dropped his car off.

"Do you want help?" I asked as I parked the car and began to get out.

"No, I got it." he said as he opened the door but I still went to his side.

I watched him wince in agony as he got out.

"Come on." I said and helped him anyway.

I closed the car door behind him and helped him walk inside.

We'd gotten to his bedroom and I gently laid him down.

"I told you, I got it." he groaned.

"Yea, you had it." I lied. "Are you hungry?" I asked.

"No, I just wanna go to sleep." he said.

"Okay, I'll check in on you later today."

"Where are you going?" he asked and looked offended. He'd picked his head up to look at me.

"I was gonna head home..."

"To get clothes?"

"Is this your way of telling me to stay here?" I snickered.

"No." he said and put his head back down.

"Then I'm going home." I began to walk towards the door.

"To get clothes, right?"

I laughed at his silliness.

"Yes, love. To get clothes." I claimed and walked out of the room.

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"Spent the night at Eli's again?" Ken asked as I opened the door.

"Um, Not necessarily." I said and closed the door behind me.

"What do you mean?"

"We were at the hospital..." I said casually and walked to my room.

"What?! What happened?!" I heard her ask and she ran after me.

"Eli was stabbed." I looked for a bag to throw my clothes into.

"WHAT?! OH MY GOD!!!" she shouted. "WELL, IS HE OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

'Didn't think about that. How do I answer?'

"I was almost mugged, Eli came and stood in front of me before I got stabbed and he took the wound. He's okay, though. Just needs a little rest and very little movement because of the placement of the wound." I lied as I threw clothes into a bag.

I really feel bad lying like this to her all the time but I can't tell her until Eli says it's okay.

"Wow. That is a MAN right there. Marry him. Please, I'm begging you," she stated and I snickered.

I walked to my bathroom and grabbed all of the hygienic stuff I would need except a toothbrush because I already had one at Eli's.

"Awww she's going to go stay with her man and make sure he's okaaayyy," she said with a pout. "That's so cute. You guys are so cute."

I feel like she's mocking me.

"Shut up." I laughed and walked past her to leave.

"I'm serious! You have a strong, tall, gorgeous man, who cooks, keeps everything clean, protects you, fucks you like a GOD..." I stared at her in disgust. "What? Bitch, you almost came home paralyzed. Don't judge me." I rolled my eyes and got to the door. "I'm surprised you haven't proposed. You got really lucky for your first round." she stated.

Yea, I did.

"I'll be back in a week at the most. I'll still visit you, though."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

We said our goodbyes and I went on my way back to Eli's place.

...

"LEYLA!" I heard him yell as soon as I got through the door.

I headed to his room and looked for him but he was nowhere.

"Where are you?!" I asked.

"Bathroom," he responded.

I walked to the bathroom doorway and saw him sitting against his shower wall, shirtless and just in underwear.

"Hey? What's uhhh...What's goin' on here?" I laughed and leaned against the doorframe.

"I wanted to take a shower."

"And I see that was...successful?"

"You're hilarious." he said straight faced.

I giggled.

"I can't reach certain spots." he explained.

"Come on." I said and went to help pick him up. "You need to watch how you sit, you might tear your stitches."

"My stitches are fine."

"For now."

I leaned him up against his counter and stood in front of him.

"So am I supposed to just not shower?"

"Yes and no." I responded.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Can't shower but you can get clean."

He stared at me, confused.

"Have you ever manually washed a car?" I asked and his face fell.

I went to get a louffa and covered it in soap and wet it.

"Ready?" I asked.

"You're gonna bathe me? Like a puppy?" he laughed.

"I mean if you'd rather do it here you go." I said and handed him the louffa.

"No, no, go ahead." He smiled.

I looked down at his bandages.

"I'm gonna try my hardest to avoid this..." I said and grazed my fingers over it. "But I'm just gonna wash you like a new car." I said and slapped the louffa onto his chest with a smile.

"How nice of you," he said sarcastically.

I started cleaning his chest and arms.

"You have titties." I stated.

"What?" he asked concerned.

"You have titties." I repeated. "What is that like a double D?" I asked and grabbed his chest.

"Are you talking about my PECS?!"

"No, I'm talking about your TITTIES!"

"I don't have tits!! You have tits, I have pecs."

"Well, both of those statements were incorrect."

"So you don't have tits?" he asked.

"No." I said as I continued to wash him.

"Then what have I been sucking on this entire time?"

"Ribs."

He laughed hard and then groaned in pain.

"Careful!" I stated referring to his stitches.

"Don't make me laugh!" he demanded.

His chest, back, arms and legs were clean but he still had his underwear on.

"What?" he asked.

I handed him the louffa.

"I'm not cleaning that or your ass." I said while looking at his crotch.

He huffed a laugh. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Yea but..." before I finished my sentence he pulled at the band of his underwear and took out his member.

"How exactly would I-..." I started.

"I just use my hand. Louffas are too rough and I feel like I'm being scratched." He squeezed the louffa and some of the soapy water got on his length.

"I'm not dirty you know," he said and looked at me while he cleaned himself.

"I know." I said.

"I need you to leave." he stated.

I looked offended. "What? Why?"

"Because you're standing in front of me and my hand is stroking my dick."

"Wha-...oh...OH! Okay."

"Yea, I can actually feel myself growing so you should go." He stopped cleaning himself and I figured it was to reduce the risk.

"Um Okay, yea." I said and gently gave him a kiss.

"Oh my GOD, don't kiss me!" he said and threw his head back.

"IM SORRY! I'll just...I'll go." I looked down at his length and noticed he had a full boner. "You know, you're very easy to turn on." I snickered.

His hand grabbed my throat and pulled me closer to him, swiftly.

"If you wanna talk about 'easy to turn on' let's discuss every time I've touched you and your panties tightened and flooded. If I wasn't injured, I'd already be inside of you." His hand softly loosened up and his thumb grazed over my lips.