What the fuck? What was going on? Someone squeezed his hand. “Easy, baby. I’m here.” Jeff groaned, his voice gone. “Shh. Shh. You don’t have to say anything. Just squeeze my hand.” He held on, throat working, so thirsty. Something cold rubbed along his lips, then slipped between them. Oh, ice. He pulled on the chip, the cold feeling so good. “Better, huh?” Another ice chip was slipped between his lips. Jeff nodded. Better. More. He focused on saying the word. “More.” “Hush, baby.” Another ice chip hit his tongue. “Rye.” His Rye. His sweet giant. Okay. Okay, he was okay. “Yeah. I’m here. You’re good.” A soft kiss pressed against his forehead. He frowned and licked his dry lips again. Chuckling, Rye rubbed an ice chip across his lips, then into his mouth.
