62. Make Love to Me

Sebastian

I wait for Delilah to help me bathe. It wasn't like I couldn't do it on my own. I was wounded, not paralyzed. But I pretended to be in too much pain to be able to move on my own so Delilah would help me more. I wanted to be close to her at all times.

I can tell she hasn't forgiven me yet, and it is eating me up inside. I want her back. Heart and soul.

"Delilah! What's taking you so long?" I yelled from the bedroom, knowing it'd piss her off, but I couldn't help it.

"I'm on my way! Just shut up and wait," she screamed from inside the bathroom.

I chuckled to myself. I can't get mad, no matter how rude she acted with me. She is doing everything she can to make me better. She was nurturing me.

No one had ever taken care of me this way, I had nannies growing up, but they ignored me for the most part.

I wasn't used to this, nor did I feel like I deserved it, but I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

She came back with a bucket of water and a towel.

"What are you planning to do