I think your coimelin would be very upset to see you burn out, especially at something you're not very good at.I think your coimelin would be very upset to see you burn out, especially at something you're not very good at." We reached my hotel room on the seventeenth floor and I keyed the door with my card. I entered the room and Vence followed. "Why do I have to share a room with you?" I asked. "You know I have to follow you everywhere. At least I will give you the respect of not watching while you shower." I flopped down backwards onto the bed, exhausted and not willing to belabor the point. "I hurt all over." "Take off your shirt, then." That sentence surprised me completely. I raised my head off the bed and gave him a curious glance. "Excuse me?" "If you're sore, I give a good backrub." "Oh," I said. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that refusing to accept his offer was just plain foolish. I did hurt all over, and a rubdown, from anybody, would be damned pleasant right there and then. I sat up and took my jacket and shirt off, then crawled back up onto the bed and lay face down. Vence crawled onto the bed with me and straddled my legs, his broad hands pressing down against my shoulder blades. At first I tensed up; my experiences at Rhysh aside, I'm not used to being touched by males. Roughed up, pushed around, yes. Simple touching is different. It makes me uncomfortable. But eventually I eased back down. Being tense was stupid; it wasn't going to do me any good to fight him. Besides, I had learned a little from Jahn and Borodir about my own sexuality, and I appreciated that Vence was just another person, one concerned for my well-being at the moment. |