Caleb’s eyebrows rise, and my breath catches in my throat. I almost forgot all about that.
No, you didn’t. You fucking remembered.
I eye him, and my cheeks flame. What must he think?
Caleb’s eyes move to my tapping fingers, and his brow furrows. Then his lips turn up slightly, and I see the telltale twinkle in his eyes.
“Yeah, love of my life, right here. He’s the best,” he says, and I sigh loudly. Oh god.
“Well, you’re a lucky man.” She grins at us and then begins her spiel about his concussion and the hairline fracture in his hand, and what he needs to do when he arrives home. When she leaves, I move to the bed, needing to escape this place. It suddenly feels more suffocating without Caleb pressed against me.
“Care to help me get dressed, fiancé?” Caleb asks, his voice slightly dry.
I don’t answer right away, just grab his plastic bag and shove all his stuff into it, not even bothering to fold it. I just want to leave.
“Just so you know, it was the only way they’d let me in last night.”
He moves up next to me, and I feel his presence like a brand on my skin.
“Just so you know, I like it. I want a ring, though. How does that work with two guys? Do we both get a ring, or do you give me one? Or should I buyyouone?”
“Shut up, Caleb,” I murmur before turning around and seeing him completely naked, his gown on the ground around his ankles.
I fumble with the bag and drop it. Items spill from the top, and I know I’m going to have to run a sanitize cycle on the laundry when we’re home.
I take a long, deep breath to regain my senses. Then I swipe the boxers from the ground and help him step into them, which is a struggle because his cock is half hard.
This guy, I swear. He’s insatiable.
How can he be hard in a hospital? It’s beyond me.
“Can’t you control yourself?” I ask.
“You love it,” he says as I help him into his jeans and t-shirt.
I say nothing to that because I do. I really fucking do.
When the nurse finally returns to hand us our paperwork and review the aftercare interactions, Caleb blurts. “How long until we can have sex?”
My entire face melts off my body.
But the nurse doesn’t seem bothered by his question. “As long as there are no symptoms like dizziness or headaches, you should be fine.”
“Hear that, Whit?” he teases. “I should be ready to go soon. This guy’s insatiable. Can’t go a few hours without me.”
The nurse laughs at his teasing tone, but I don’t. God, what must she think of me? About us?
Us.
My fake fiancé.
“I will make you pay for that,” I murmur as I help him into a wheelchair, my hands clutching the handles tightly. Just a few more minutes, and I’m out of here.
“Can’t wait, babe. I can only hope for another spanking,” he says, and I rush out of the hospital with a clipped gait.
When I’m finally outside in the cool morning air, I can breathe again.
A headache is blooming behind my eyes as I help Caleb into the apartment. I know it’s from the stress of the past twenty-four hours, but I push the pain aside and call Aunt Del and update her on Caleb.