“Stupid boys.” I give him a kiss before I strip the rest of the way. I stay on top of him because he can’t put any pressure on his injury. And despite the fact that we’ve had sex this way several times, I still don’t feel confident. And it’s never as good as when he’s on top. I must be doing something wrong.
When we’re done I lie back on the bed, exhausted. “That’s a lot of work.”
He laughs. “Now you see what I go through. It gets tiring being on top.”
“Oh, please. I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“I’m just saying. It’s a workout.” He puts his arm out above my head. “Come over here and rest.”
Now he’s just making fun of me, but I asked for it by even bringing up the topic. I grab a pillow and bury my head in it.
He’s still laughing. “Maybe we could try some other positions. Ones that aren’t so taxing on you.”
“Okay. Enough. I never should’ve said anything.”
“I mean it.” He nudges me. “Next time, we’ll do it a different way.”
I lift my head up slightly. “What way?”
“I don’t know. We’ll experiment and see what works.”
I toss the pillow aside and lay my head on him. “I’m not ready for something new. I’m still trying to figure out the whole being-on-top thing. I’m not very good at it.”
He kisses the top of my head. “You’re good at it.”
“I don’t believe you. I know you wouldn’t tell me if I wasn’t.”
“Trust me. It’s all good, so stop worrying about it. Now do you want to go get some lunch? I’m sure you worked up an appetite exerting yourself like that.”
I sit up. “Are you never gonna let this go?” I try to be serious but I’m laughing.
“Come on. Let’s have lunch.” He gets out of bed and picks his clothes up from the floor. “Remember that deli I told you about? We could go there.”
“That sounds good.”
As I’m getting dressed I hear Garret behind me.
“Jade, I can’t dress myself.” He’s barely able to say it he’s laughing so hard. I look over to see his boxer briefs only halfway up his legs. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to pull them up with one hand. His other arm is stuck down by his side like he can’t move it.
“What the hell did that doctor do to you?” I go over and help him with his boxers.
“I’m going to call him and find out. He said that shot might make my arm and shoulder numb but this is ridiculous. I can’t even use this arm.”
I help him into his jeans and shirt, then put on my own clothes while he makes the call in the other room.
“What did he say?” I ask when he’s done.
“He said it should wear off in an hour or so. The numbness means the medicine is working.”
“Are you okay to go out?”
“Yeah, but you might have to feed me.” He’s laughing again. At least he’s not upset by it. I wouldn’t be too happy if I couldn’t move my arm and shoulder.
We have lunch, then go to the Museum of Natural History. I’ve seen it in movies but I wanted to see it in person. It’s huge and you could spend all day there reading all the historical facts and listening to the guides. But we’re done in a few hours. I just wanted to walk through and see stuff. Garret’s been there several times, so he acted as my tour guide.
Afterward, the car service guy drives us back to the apartment. He’s like our own personal chauffeur. We just call him whenever we need a ride and he’s there.
“I’ve got dinner reservations at 7,” Garret says as he hands me a bottle of water from the fridge.
