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I scoot off his lap. He stands up and takes his shirt off and lays it over the couch to keep it clean. At this point I really don’t care, but his attempt to keep it clean is very sweet. He slips my sweater off and unhooks my bra as I get to work on his pants.
I hear some sirens out on the street and glance behind me. “Garret, we’re right by the window.”
“Yeah. And we’re thirty stories up. Nobody can see.”
“They could if they had binoculars and were in a really tall building. Or a helicopter.”
He laughs. “You worry way too freaking much about that shit. You always think people are going to see us or walk in on us.” He tugs my jeans down and I step out of them.
“Because I don’t want people watching or—” I stop when I feel his hand doing something seriously amazing between my legs.
“I obviously need to do a better job of distracting you.” He looks right at me and smiles. “Now what were you saying?”
“I don’t remember,” I say, bringing his face to mine and kissing him.
After a few minutes, he slowly sits down and I straddle him again and try out this new position.
When we’re done, he smiles at me. “So what do you think? Better that time?”
“It wasn’t as tiring if that’s what you’re asking.” I get off him and we both get dressed.
He pulls me back on his lap. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere today, so if you’re up for it I figure we could do that a few more times before midnight.”
“A few more times? I didn’t think you could do it a few more times.” I’m totally kidding but he takes it seriously.
He huffs out a breath. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrug and adjust my sweater, trying not to laugh. “I thought guys could only do it once or twice a day. And we’ve already done it twice today.”
“I’m 19, not 40. I can do it a lot more than that.”
“Oh. Sorry. I don’t know how all that works.”
He rolls his eyes at me but smiles. “What I was going to say before you insulted my manhood is that I’m really going to miss you when you’re gone next week.”
“It’s just a week.”
“Yeah, but I have no distractions to keep my mind off you. No school. No swimming. Nothing.”
“You have physical therapy.” I half smile.
“I’m done with that now. I just have to do the exercises he taught me for range of motion and then check in with him in a couple weeks.”
“How were you able to heal so fast? What was in that shot the doctor gave you? Because whatever it was, it really worked.”
Garret reaches over and adjusts the pillow on the couch, which doesn’t need adjusting. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
I take the pillow from him. “What’s going on with you? You always act weird whenever I ask you about this doctor. And now you’re acting weird when I ask about the shot.”
“I’m not acting weird.” His eyes remain on the couch.
“Garret, I know you’re hiding something from me and you know I won’t let you get away with it. So tell me. What is it?” I get off his lap and sit next to him, waiting for an answer.
He sighs, then looks at me like he wants me to just forget about it. But I won’t let him keep secrets from me.
CHAPTEREIGHT
“What is it,Garret? What’s the deal with your doctor?”
