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“Not every day that you wake up in bed with another man?” I ask.
“Did you…. Did you just tell a joke?” He smirks, mocking me, but I just laugh.
She stretches in her sleep and our laughter stops. Her chest presses into my side, her rear into Luis’ groin. We both freeze.
I don’t want to scare her and wake her up too suddenly, but my surprising physical reaction to her cannot be quelled. It feels wrong, considering she is literally medically and mentally fragile, not to mention unconscious. There is nothing okay about this situation.
Luis makes a slight choking sound. He has an amusing look of surprise and terror on his face that I’m sure matches my own. He tries to shift away, but his arm is still trapped underneath her.
He’s in a far more precarious situation than I am. I have no choice at this point, I feel like I need to save my teammate here.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” I murmur next to her ear, trying to wake her gently before we have no choice but to flee the situation.
She stirs more, pressing herself harder into our bodies as she stretches, a pained look crossing Luis’ face. I try not to laugh but end up chuckling as I cradle her face and look down at her.
I blow lightly on her face, while Luis uses his left arm to gently nudge her.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he says, “It’s D-day.”
She blinks her eyes open and stares up at me for a moment. Her first response, before noticing her position, is to look up at me and say, “Oh, your eyes are green too. I didn’t realize.”
My brain switches gears for a split second and I look up at Luis, cataloging his features. Green eyes. I had my suspicions about Jackson, but I never considered Luis. Is that why he was following me? He returns my stare and notices me putting all the pieces together. He gives me a small nod and shrugs.
“The plot thickens,” I say under my breath, but then turn my attention back to the more pressing awkward situation. See, I can make jokes.
In the time it took me to have a minor epiphany and silently confirm a major plot twist with my other bed partner, the woman between us seems to realize her situation and turns an alluring shade of pink.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims. “What the…what time is it?”
“Nearly 6 AM,” I confirm. “Did you sleep well?” I give her a knowing look, teasing her so I can watch her blush some more. God, I love that.
She sits up and holds the blankets up to her chest.
“You didn’t strip or anything,” I assure her, “You’re just very… snuggly. Isn’t she Luis?” I can’t help riling her up, she responds so beautifully.
Luis just shakes his head, standing up to subtly shake out his arm that had apparently fallen asleep. He bends down and murmurs, “You were fine, I promise,” and kisses her on the cheek. I don’t miss the slight twitch of his lips when she blushes just a tad bit harder. Yeah, he likes it too.
Deciding to let her off the hook, I offer her my arm just like I did yesterday for our walk. She grins up at me, carefully getting up off the hospital bed and allowing me to escort her to the restroom so she can freshen up.
“When can I take a real shower?” She pouts a little, and I can’t blame her. I’m dying for a shower, and I wasn’t covered head to toe in blood and muck 36 hours ago.
“We’ll ask Dr. Franks about it when he gets here,” I promise her, and let her have some privacy.
“You like trying to get a rise out of people, don’t you?” Luis asks me, his grin showing his amusement.
“It was either that or let her notice what kind of a rise she got out of you,” I point out with a raised eyebrow. “But yes, I admit that I do truly enjoy watching her skin light up when she’s agitated.”
“You’re sick,” he laughs.
“You have no idea,” I say low enough that he could have missed it.
We take a few minutes to freshen ourselves up, brushing our teeth at the small sink and straightening our clothes. I scroll through my emails when I’m finished, looking up when he clears his throat.
“So, we gonna talk about it or save it for later?” I’m surprised by his outright acknowledgement of the little secret he’s been keeping, but I respect that he’s approaching it head on.
“A little of column A, a little of column B, I suspect.” I pause, trying to decide how I want to address it. “Is it a suspicion or has it been confirmed?”
“A strong suspicion, nothing confirmed,” he says.
