Chapter 13
Words mattered also, low and reassuring. Colby, coming out of that headspace, would need anchors. More than most submissives, even, Jason guessed. He knew how much this meant. Reclaiming this.
He promised, “You’re fine, you’re all right, you’re safe, I’ve got you,” and tucked Colby into his arms in bed. Not holding tightly. An echo of the way they’d woken up together, though. The way they fit. “I’m here. You’re here. You’re mine. And that was fantastic. You’re fantastic.”
Colby, after a moment, answered, “I rather think you’re fantastic, you know.” His voice wasn’t loud, but surprisingly coherent.
Jason, not expecting a response this soon, smoothed a hand over Colby’s exertion-damp explosion of hair. “You don’t have to talk yet.”