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She rolls her eyes and laughs. “I’ll have to ask HR.”
Since we returned to June Harbor two days ago, she’s accumulated a small hospital’s worth of wound care and made a color-coordinated calendar for my medications. When I said I could manage by myself, she told me not to be “a fucking idiot.”
Done with the bandages, she hands me two pills and a glass of water. I quickly throw them back then wrap my arm around the back of her legs and pull her close. Stroking the crook of her knee with my thumb, I ask. “What do you say, a réalta?”
She leans onto the bed, and I can see the desire in her face. I think I’ve got her just when she pushes away, shaking her head as if to clear the lusty thoughts I know are in there.
“I say that I just changed your bandage, and I don’t want you tearing a stitch and getting them all bloody.” I groan as she crosses her arms, pushing her tits together under the small, loose tank top she’s wearing.
I sink into the pillow supporting me. “I’m dying here, baby.”
She lifts her chin defiantly, but her eyes keep dropping down my bare abs. “You’re not dying.”
I chuckle and smirk. “I almost did.”
“Do you want some sort of conciliatory blowjob?” I love how hard she tries to act annoyed.
I tongue my cheek and scorch the length of her body with my gaze. “Only if you sit on my face while you do it.” She narrows her eyes and I add, “You don’t even have to take off your shorts. I’d be happy to suck on your clit through them.”
She pops her hip. “You are not getting a good-job-not-dying blowjob.”
“A kiss then?”
“Always.” She smiles and leans forward but freezes halfway to my lips. “You don’t mean on your dick, do you?”
“Just fucking kiss me, a réalta.” Her eyes brighten, and she cups my face, bringing her mouth to mine. She licks at the seam of my lips, and I tug her closer with a hand on her hip.
I remember the first time we kissed. It felt like the entire world stopped spinning. It’s surreal that she’s still by my side, still wanting to kiss me. Sometimes, I wonder if I died on Summerland. Because this certainly fees like heaven.
As if reading my mind, she pulls away just enough to say, “This is real, Loch. I’ll remind you every single day if I have to.”
“Why do you say that?” My eyes bounce around her face, looking for some kind of indication.
“You kiss me like every time is our last.” She sits on the edge of the bed and runs her fingers behind my ear sweetly. “I want you to know I’m not going anywhere, and I know that might be hard for your brain to believe. So, I want to help it if I can.”
Her legs are crossed and hanging off the mattress. I wrap my hand around them and stroke the back of her knee with my thumb again. My tongue is all tied up. She somehow knew exactly what I needed to hear.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Stella Mae.” And I mean more than just this moment. The way she grounds me makes me feel and treasure my mortality because until death comes for me, my one life is hers.
She presses another quick and light kiss to my lips. “Hope you still love Nana’s mac and cheese because we’re finishing off the tray tonight.”
“Stella Mae, you damn well know I do, and that’s not changing even if we’ve eaten it five meals in a row,” I say with mock sternness.
She stands with a happy and loose smile. As she leaves to heat up dinner, I keep her smile burning in my mind and feel deeply honored being the one to put it there.
Once the food is ready, she drapes a large tablecloth over the bed sheets and gives me a lap tray. “I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you,” I say, a bit despondent. I don’t want to be just another person in Stella’s life she has to take care of.
“I wasn’t the one stabbed, Loch,” she says, setting herself up in a chair by the bed and tucking into her meal. After a bite, she drops her fork and looks at me thoughtfully. “I know you’d do the same for me.” She smiles softly and huffs a laugh. “And you’re just about the only person I would let.”
That makes me proud. That in a world full of responsibilities, she trusts me to help carry some of the weight.
After eating, she brings the dishes back downstairs and crawls into bed next to me. Careful not to hurt me, she kisses the underside of my jaw. A soft, flutter of a kiss that makes me melt.
I roll my head to the side to look at her. She’s curled on her side with a smug smile. “What?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Nothing,” she says innocently. “Just thinking about how much I love you.”
Even though it’s not the first time hearing them, those three words fill every part of me with pure, sweet contentedness. I can’t help it. I roll over on top of her, wrapping her in my arms tightly and peppering every inch of her face with kisses.
