Biker's Virgin

“I’ll help you get back home.”

“You should be at work.”

“Fuck work,” I said firmly. “You need me more.”

Phil looked amused, but he didn’t insist that I go back to work, and I took that as a good sign. Once he was discharged, Phil handed me his car keys and Mel, Kendrick, and Ryan helped him into the car. Then I drove us back to his building and helped him up the stairs to his apartment. It wasn’t the easiest job in the world, and his crutches kept getting in the way, but we managed.

Once we were inside, I settled him down on the couch and made sure he was comfortable. Then I ran around like a headless chicken, getting dinner ready while making sure the apartment was clean and organized.

“Megan, stop,” Phil said, unable to do anything more than talk to me. “You’re not my maid or my nurse.”

“You need clean sheets on your bed,” I insisted. “And I want to make sure there aren’t any tripping hazards lying about. Also, I’ve kept all your creams and medicines on the counter next to your bed, so you won’t forget to take them.”

“Oh, don’t worry, the pain will remind me,” Phil joked.

I whirled around. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

“No, no… Megan, come here and sit with me, please?”

Unable to resist, I joined him on the sofa. We sat only inches apart and even though it wasn’t as close as I would have liked, it was a start. We ended up watching a bunch of movies while eating our dinner and the whole time we argued about which characters were our favorites and which ones were just plain annoying. Four hours later, and I could tell that Phil was exhausted, and to be honest, so was I.

I helped him to bed and got him settled under the covers. His eyes followed me everywhere, and I felt slightly self-conscious, but also slightly aroused. I tried to remind myself that this did not mean that we were getting back together, but still, I hoped. Once Phil was nice and comfy, I moved towards the door to off the light.

“Where are you going?” he called.

“Um… Well, I thought I’d sleep on the couch tonight.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “No,” he said, at last.

“No?”

“Stay with me tonight,” he said. “In this bed.”

I stared at him, wondering what this would mean for us. I decided not to ask about that just yet. It was enough right now to know that he wanted to me next to him while he slept.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” Phil insisted, without hesitation.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Phil

I woke up twice in the middle of the night. The first time, I stirred and hit something soft and curved next to me. I tried to turn, but my ankle was killing me. Then I heard a sigh that made my cock stiffen, and I felt Megan’s arm curl around my body. Slowly, so that I didn’t disturb her, I turned. She was lying next to me on her side; her breathing was quiet and peaceful.

I was sorely tempted to kiss her full, luscious lips, but that would be wrong of me. I was the one who had asked for time. I had asked for time so that I could make a decision about us. I didn’t have the right to kiss her now?

?especially since I hadn’t given her any indication of where we stood. I stared at her until I fell back asleep. The second time I woke up, she had turned away from me, so I couldn’t see her face.

I stared at her back, imagining how lovely it would be to just call out her name and have her to turn towards me with a smile on her face. I wondered how I would feel tomorrow when she was no longer sleeping by my side. The thought itself depressed me, and I wondered if that was my answer in a nutshell and I was just too damn proud to admit it.

When I woke up the next morning, feeling a little pain and discomfort in my leg, the left side of the bed was empty. I sat up slowly and looked around. I could see Megan’s things lying around, so I knew she was still in the apartment.

“Megan?” I called.

A couple of seconds later, she rushed into my room. “Hey,” she said. “Are you all right? How do you feel?”

“Uh… I feel…”