Free Chained by Jaimie Roberts

rolling around to the back of my head.
    Snapping myself out of it, I nudged him again. “Kit. Listen, we have to get you into the bath, but you’ve still got your boxer shorts on.”
    “So cold.” He shivered up against me and tried to pull me closer.
    I walked us both towards the bath. “I know, Kit, but I have to get your temperature down.”
    I got him to the bath and he clutched me tightly. “Don’t make me do it. I won’t do it. Please.”
    Shit, he is delirious . I needed to get him in the bath, fast. “Kit, no one is making you do anything. Please. I need to get you in the bath.”
    He wrapped his arms a little tighter around me, pulling me into his solid chest. “Olivia, don’t let them take me.”
    I pulled his arms away from me. It was hard, considering he had them wrapped tightly, but I somehow managed. I think he was too weak to put up much of a fight.
    I placed my hands on his face and stared into his glassy eyes. His face felt unnaturally hot, and his eyes were a little unfocused. “Kit, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? I want to take care of you. Please, let me take care of you.” I offered him a gentle smile and he nodded.
    “You need to take those off…” I pointed to his boxer shorts and he followed my finger. “Then get into the bath.” I pointed to the bath, and he followed my finger again. It would have been quite funny if it wasn’t for the fact I was worried sick about him.
    Kit nodded and took his boxer shorts off, revealing his perfect butt. Oh, my god . I had died and gone to heaven. I barely had time to take this in when he was turning to get into the water. I snapped my eyes shut and placed my arms around him so he wouldn’t fall. No matter how much I wanted to look, I couldn’t. Kit was ill. Under normal circumstances, I doubted he would have even let me take his top off, let alone see him naked.
    He accepted my help, but winced when he felt the water hit him. It probably felt colder than he wanted, but it was important in bringing down his fever.
    “So c…cold.”
    I nodded. “I know, Kit. I know, but it will make you better. If your temperature gets too high, I’ll have to call a doctor.”
    He gripped my arms and looked at me, fear in his eyes. “No doctor. Please. No doctor.”
    I stroked his arms. “Okay, Kit. It’s okay. No doctor, but you have to get cooler and this is the only way.”
    He nodded again, reluctantly sitting down in the bath. Once I knew he was settled, I walked towards the bathroom cabinet.
    “Don’t leave me.”
    His voice was almost a whimper and it made my heart heavy. I bent down and got out a clean sponge. I turned and showed it to him. “I’m not going to leave you, Kit. I just went to get a sponge so I can clean you.”
    He visibly relaxed and I walked over to him, wondering how on earth I could do this without my hands wandering. I had to, though. I had to get him cool enough to start being human again.
    I knelt beside the bath and dipped the sponge in. I got the soap out because I thought he might appreciate a wash, too. I rubbed the soap on the sponge and squeezed it over Kit’s back. Seeing droplets of the soap land on his skin, I began rubbing it in a little. I dipped the sponge in the water a few times and washed his back, Kit remaining silent the whole time. I didn’t question if what I was doing was okay because I knew enough about Kit to know he would tell me if he didn’t like something.
    Rubbing more soap on the sponge, I lifted his arm and gently swiped underneath. Kit recoiled and when I looked up, I realised it was because I had tickled him.
    “Sorry.”
    Kit smiled slightly, so I took that as my cue to keep going. Once I got to his front, it was more awkward than ever. His chest was magnificent. Instead of trailing the sponge across him, I wanted to use my tongue. Despite the urge, I dipped the sponge in again and started massaging the soap into his chest. Kit was stoic, but I also noticed his hands were