“I need to use the bathroom.”
“You have a catheter. Don’t get up.”
That’s gross.
“Oh, hell no. I want all this shit out and unhooked, now.”
The door swings open and Elaine bustles into the room. “Blake, give me a minute with her.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead and then my lips before leaving, closing the door behind him. Methodically, she unhooks me from the machines and gives me the once over before she shadows me to the bathroom door.
‘I got it, Doc. Thank you.”
She holds her hands up in defeat and I shut the door in her face. My muscles are so stiff I move like a penguin. More waddle than walk as my knees protest bending. Emerging from the bathroom, Elaine and Blake are in a deep discussion.
“How long have I been out?”
They look apprehensive as I move to the bed and sit on the edge. Blake kneels in front of me, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, massaging the muscle. It’s heavenly and the skimming of his flesh on mine makes my stomach clench.
“Three weeks, Lily.” Elaine stands with her arms crossed over her chest by the door.
“What?”
“I kept you sedated so you could heal. You’ll still need to take it easy, but the wounds from your self-flogging healed, and your ruptured kidney is much better.”
“Where’s that cunt? I’d like to return the favor,” I snap more forcefully than intended.
Maria Johanson is a cowardice whore that belongs in the seventh circle of hell.
“She’s dead.” Blake takes my hands in his.
“Really? Who killed her?”
“Morris.”
“No fucking way?”
Blake chuckles. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought he had it in him? Put a bullet between her eyes. Kid’s a good shot.”
I lean forward and press my lips to his. Thankfully, while in the restroom, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. A shower is definitely in order. He cups my face and gently teases my lips open with his tongue. Since coming back, everything is on a seesaw. One extreme to the next and back in the blink of an eye. It makes my head spin.
“I’ll give you two some time alone. Lily, seriously, take it easy for another week or so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I mutter, keeping my lips on Blake’s.
He presses his forehead against mine and sighs. “What do you need, baby?”
“A shower.”
“Alright. I’ll run the water for you.”
He strolls into the bathroom and the hiss of water bouncing off the shower walls echoes into the bedroom. I strip out of my bra and shorts and lean against the door frame. Blake clasps the edge of the sink, his head bowed and shoulders tense.
He doesn’t move as I stop behind him, but his body shivers as I run my hand around his side and up to his chest, pressing my front to his back. He clasps my hand and brings it to his lips.
“Join me.”
“Lily, you need to take it easy.”