"You've done this a lot," I said as I watched him go through the motions of wetting a facecloth before bringing it over to me. "I think I might be jealous." My cheek was still resting on the closed toilet seat as my stomach couldn't decide if it had put me through enough misery or not.
He let out a low chuckle as he began wiping down my face with the cold facecloth. I continued to stare at him, never letting him leave my eyesight. "No need to be jealous," he said as he sat down on the tile floor behind me, spreading his legs so that he could come right up behind me. Gently pulling me away from the toilet, he brought my head to his chest and the two of us just sat there as he rubbed my hair.
