“No, you’re going to tear and as much as I want to make love, we will wait until tomorrow to give your ass a rest. I noticed the pillow at breakfast.”
“I guess I am a little sore.” Colin blushed.
“You can’t keep these things to yourself, how am I supposed to take care of you if you don’t let me know that you’re sore. You’re in danger of being torn and then we won’t be able to make love for two weeks while you heal.” Marc chuckled as Colin’s eyes opened wide with both indigence and dismay.
“I didn’t know. I never thought I’d have the chance to make love because of this.” He ran his hand across his cheek. “It’s like I’m afraid you’ll notice and be sorry you’re stuck with me, and I have to get in all my time with you before that happens.”
Marc sighed. “If you want that to be fixed, mind you, it matters nothing to me, we’ll do it spring semester and you can finish school in the fall.