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You have to clear your throat to speak and Wilson pulls back, looking at you expectantly. "Bedroom?" you ask.
Wilson, whose lips are slightly red from your nibbles, looks a little worried. "I don't think that's a good idea--"
"What, afraid the cripple is going to take away your 'virtue'? Relax."
Wilson doesn't look like he is relaxing at all.
"Fine, we can stay on this lumpy old couch that has your pee on it."
Wilson wrinkles his nose. "Suddenly, I am really not in the mood."
"Oh no you don't." You grab your cane and stand, raising your eyebrows at Wilson.
He looks from the bedroom to you and you are worried that he really did get himself drunk off of a half a bottle of beer and is now sobering up.
"Just kissing if that's what you want." You rub a little at your leg, as if it hurts, and that works like a charm because Wilson is standing, ready to follow you anywhere.
Wilson's nerves seem to act up again when he steps inside the room and you realize just how few times he has been in your bedroom. "Just kissing?" he asks.
"Sure."
You sit on the edge of the bed with a contented sigh, then lay down and scoot to the middle of the bed. You turn your head to watch Wilson as his eyes scan the room, giving it a once-over before settling on you. He nervously licks his lips before starting toward the bed. You have to force yourself not to reach out and grab him, to pull him against you. He already looks like he is looking for cracks in the ice to either disappear through or deem it unsafe to continue.
Wilson sits on the edge of the bed, back to you. After about a minute with him not moving, you start to get impatient.
What do you do?
Reach out and touch him
Say his name
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