Sharing Jack s Bed Part 4
He took me upstairs and to the bathroom to look at my elbow, which I had landed on harder than I thought. Jack set me up on the sink before starting to clean out the cut I had managed. Just as he finished up I looked him square in the eye. “What's the prognosis, doctor? Will I live?” Setting his hands on my hips, he stepped so that his body was in between my legs. “I don't know what I'd do with myself if you didn't.” His eyes were purely sincere “I'm here as long as you want...