[His eyes close at the brush of fingers along the nape of his neck, pressing his nose against a throat. Was he really going to allow himself to indulge in this? All signs pointed to yes. His thumb circled the height of a hip bone poking out over jeans and under a slightly lifted hoodie, inclining his head with a small shrug at the question.]

A few months of therapy, that's about it. I was more concerned about the cat I nearly ran over. Mom runs a sanctuary for injured animals, so she nursed it back to health. I only damaged his tail with the edge of my tyre.