“Right, yes, I was getting around to that. I’d just rather do the jumping jacks and then go. It would be easier to have a conversation that wasn’t preceded by them pulling it out of me.”
Kirian reconsiders. “That makes sense.” He stands, grabs his boxers, and throws them on. He goes for his jeans next. I shouldn’t find that so disappointing. I mean, he looks fine in jeans too, and it’s not like we can go for round two right now, but I still heave a big internal feminine sigh. “Maybe try fifty, then I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
“I can drive myself.”
“I got you into this mess, or at least I contributed, so I’ll come with you.”
“I’m a big girl.”
He gives me a look as he pulls his T-shirt over his head. “Do you really want to go alone, or are you just being brave?”
I jut my chin out, cross my arms over my chest, and realize I’m totally naked and terrified. I hate hospitals, and I strongly dislike doctors and other people I don’t know touching my body.
I didn’t mind Kirian touching me.
He’s not a stranger.
Well, he’s kind of a stranger.
Not really. We’re cursed soulmates. No timeline on soulmates, remember?
He’s my boss.
Kind of, since I sort of work for him. Sometimes. Just a few days a week, but still.
That’s even worse.
Sigh.
But he’s also my soulmate. The curse, remember the curse.
“Lindy? Are you okay?”
I realize I’m just sitting on the bed, and I probably have a look of hellfire and brimstone on my face. Or maybe it’s just terror. I don’t know. There’s a lot going on right now, and I’m still trying to process the fact that I had mind-blowing, over-the-top, seriously awesome sex with my cursed soulmate. And now he’s driving me to the ER.
“I mean, other than the condom stuck up my—”
“I get it.” Kirian has the nerve to grin at me. “Do you need help getting dressed?”
“Please, for the love of god, just go to the kitchen or the living room and wait for me. I’ll let you drive me to the hospital, but only because the parking sucks. You can just drop me off and leave.”
“I’ll make us a smoothie for the road. Smoothies fix everything. Do you have a blender?”
“Yes, I have a blender.”
“Okay, smoothies it is. I’ll raid your fridge and freezer and your cupboards too if I have to. Also, I’m certainly not dropping you off at the front door and tearing away like an irresponsible bastard. I don’t have to go with you into the room or whatever, but I can wait with you.”
Good gah. I think something else just got caught inside me because I feel funny—all woozy and mushy and weird. Kirian doesn’t wait for me to respond. He’s dressed, so he leaves, giving me the privacy to do the same, and maybe a few jumping jacks, though certainly not fifty. Who could do fifty?
I just had sex with Kirian—amazing, hot, incredible, best sex of my life sex. Then the most mortifying, strangest, and also gravity-defying thing happened, and he’s not running.
Not even now.
Maybe he really is my soulmate.
CHAPTER 16
Kirian
As I’m driving, I can’t help thinking and hoping this isn’t related to the curse. This could just be a freak accident. I’m sure other people get condoms stuck in their lady parts too. They break, they can rip, and they can fudge up in all sorts of ways. I bet there are stats out there, though I didn’t look them up before we left because I was too busy making smoothies.
At a red light, I look over and notice that Lindy is tense. Of course she’s tense, but she looks so rigid that she could be mistaken for a statue—a statue of beauty, but still a statue. Her dark eyes are glistening as she stares straight forward, but they seem to not be seeing anything. She hasn’t touched her smoothie.
I know using phones while driving is wrong, so I quickly pull over at an empty string of meters. Lindy looks at me questioningly. Her lips part, but no words come out, so I guess she’s either searching for the proper burns and not finding them, or she’s still speechless over what happened.
I pass her the smoothie. “Drink.” She not only had a blender, but she also had smoothie cups, so I put it in one of those. “It’s delicious, I promise. I didn’t include any cat food or tuna, even though those were mostly what you had in the cupboards.” I grab my phone from my pocket, search quickly, and pass it over. I might just follow a few animal rescues on social media, especially since a few of them might have some adorable videos of sweet little opossums eating bananas.
“Not fair!” Lindy gasps after watching the video. “How come I can’t look that cute while eating a banana?”