When she lingers for a moment, I take the cue and dive my tongue into her mouth. I palm her cheek and bask in our connection with one another.
I could kiss her all day. It’s better than any drug the doctors are giving me.
She pulls away as if she’s forcing herself to stop. “I can’t wait until you get out of here.”
A gust of air slips through my lips. “You and me both.”
Her eyes sparkle. “That brings me to something I need to talk to you about.”
“Fantastic,” I say dryly. “Do I want to hear this?”
“I think so.” She blushes. “I was talking with your doctor while you were sleeping earlier.”
“What did he have to say?”
“That you could go home soon if you have twenty-four-hour care.” She peeks at me. “Meaning if I stay with you.”
My body fills with warmth. “You want to come home with me?”
She smiles and nods. “What would you think about that?”
“I’d like that, but can you afford to take that much time off work?”
She gets to her feet and strolls to the window. “I’m on an extended leave.”
“You are?”
“Mhm. I have plenty of time to get you back on your feet.” She peers over her shoulder and shrugs as if she’s unsure of herself. “If you’ll let me.”
“I’d love that.” My body vibrates with anticipation.
Being with Dori again can’t come soon enough. I mighthave an injury, but my dick still works. Every day she’s here, more sexual thoughts press on my mind.
I’ve even fantasized about different ways we could be together while I’m in the hospital. I doubt she’d take me up on the offer, so I keep it to myself.
“Good. We have an agreement.” Dori faces me with an emotion I can’t read whirling in her eyes. “I’m going to tell the doctor we have a plan so you can go home.”
“Dori, what’s wrong?”
A shield slides over her gaze as she strides back to me. “Nothing is wrong. I’ve just been worried about you, and I think I’ll relax more when you’re out of here.”
I try to think about what could be bothering her, and my thoughts hook onto something. “Once I’m better, what do we do then?”
She sits and shakes her head. “What do you mean?”
“I’m supposed to be in Miami in three weeks. Where does that leave us?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about that.”
“About me moving to Miami?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking that I could start looking for a job there.”
My mouth opens and then shuts. What is she trying to tell me? I don’t want to assume and get my hopes up, but this is the best news I could’ve gotten.
“Dori, are you sure about this?”
“I don’t know, but it’s worth having a conversation about.”
