18 Chapter 18

He washed his hands before working up a gentle lather. His fingers were feather light. Brendan was almost painfully aware of each second of contact, but Jeremy never let his hands stray. He washed every inch of the fresh tattoo thoroughly, with an almost professional dedication.

Brendan waited until he caught Jeremy’s eyes in the mirror. “How does it look?”

“Good. Well, as horrible as ever. But besides that, good.”

“It doesn’t repulse you?”

“It repulses me that somebody could hurt you like this. Could make you live with…this horrible reminder. But I’m not repulsed by you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “You do realize this means I get to be on top, right?”

“That’s occurred to me. Many, many times. The only thing is…” Jeremy leaned over and turned on the water, rinsing his hands before reaching for a clean towel. “I could never quite decide what you were doing while on top.”