#Chapter 134: His Kisses Taste Like Silver

Steven leaves first. Then Archer, with Beau behind. Beau winks at me as he passes. I ignore him, feeling too emotionally raw to interpret whatever he thinks is about to happen here. I highly, highly doubt that Neil feels up for any kind of sexual intimacy. Once Beau’s out the door, he closes it behind him. Then, all at once, Neil slumps. I rush forward and catch him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m fine,” he grumbles, but that’s total bullshit because he’s basically dead weight in my arms. “Come on,” I say, and start guiding him toward the bed. He’s really heavy. I need his help to drag him over there. Not for the first time, I really wish I had a wolf so I would be stronger. When we get him to the bed, he collapses onto it. I help him lift his legs to get up onto the mattress. “I don’t need the babying,” he says, yet he makes no moves to stop me. Maybe he’s too tired to. Or maybe he feels like he has to say something to preserve his masculine pride. Either way, he’s be