During lunch, I keep quiet while Frank and Ryan talk. I don’t even hear what they’re saying. My mind is too busy thinking about that doctor as well as that magazine article. I really need to talk to Garret about all of this. But not over the phone. I need to wait until he gets here.
* * *
Garret arrivesat Frank’s house around noon on Saturday. I greet him at the door, beyond excited to see him. A week apart seems more like a month. That’s completely pathetic and I’m ashamed of myself for even feeling that way, but it doesn’t change the fact that I miss that boy like crazy when he’s not around.
“It’s good to see you again,” Frank says as Garret walks in.
Ryan says hello as well. We all sit and talk for a few minutes, then I take Garret back to my room. We kiss the second the door shuts.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” he says against my lips, his forehead resting on mine.
“Did you check into your hotel, yet?”
“Not yet.” He steps back and smiles. “Do you want to come with me to check in?”
“Definitely. Let’s go.” I drag him back to the living room where Frank and Ryan are watching TV. “I’m going with Garret to check into his hotel. I’ll be back soon.”
There’s awkward silence. I feel my cheeks heating up as Frank and Ryan look at me like they know exactly what I’ll be doing there. I race outside before either one of them can say anything.
At the hotel Garret and I can’t get to the room fast enough. He opens the door and we kiss as it closes behind us.
He takes my shirt off as we walk to the bed. I undo his pants, not breaking the kiss. In less than a minute our clothes litter the floor. I lie down on the bed and he gets on top of me.
“What about your chest?” I ask between kisses.
“Don’t worry about it.” His lips trail across my cheek and down the side of my neck.
“But I thought you couldn’t—”
“It’s okay.” His hand skims over my hip making me shiver. Going without him the past week has made my body extra sensitive to his touch. His mouth moves to my breast and I arch back as sensations ignite through my core. He rotates off me onto his side and his hand moves farther down. He runs it along the inside of my thighs, just barely brushing the area between and driving me crazy.
His lips return to mine and his tongue thrusts into my mouth as his hand finally hits the spot that is now aching for him.
I reach down and touch him.
“Jade.” His voice is deep, his eyelids heavy. His kisses grow slower and deeper.
My body’s on fire, desperate to be with him again. I pull on him to get on top of me, but he resists.
“What are you waiting for?” I whisper.
“What’s the rush?” He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, then slips it back inside my mouth. I’ve really missed this. His kisses. His touch. Him.
He’s right. There’s no rush. I want this to last.
We keep it going as long as possible, which isn’t that long since it’s been a whole week since we’ve been together.
After what might be the best sex we’ve ever had, we lie back on the bed, sweaty and out of breath.
“I don’t know what you did just now, Garret, but that was amazing.”
“Thanks.” His famous cocky smile appears. “I thought so, too.”
“It must be the week off. I told you we do it too much. We need to take longer breaks.”
“I don’t think that’s it. And I have no intention of taking a week off from this again anytime soon. Or a week off from seeing you.”
I turn on my side and place my hand over the bandage that still covers his wound. “So this must really be healing if you were able to put weight on it like that.”
