“Can we,” Colton asked, pulling back only enough to breathe, “Can we keep my sling on? I know it’s not sexy—” “Please keep your sling on.” Nick cupped his face. Cradled his jaw. “I’m mad at myself for letting you take it off last night. Was I careful with you, at least?” “You’re always wonderful with me.” Colton kissed him. Kissed him again. “I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”
