Another night? "Post-op?" I ask, seeing Tria tense up as stiffly as me.
"Yes," he says while furrowing his brow. "She didn't tell you? She was supposed to have someone stay with her for at least a night—as a precaution."
"She told us she had a sugar test," Tria growls, growing angrier by the second.
The doctor sighs out and drops his head back.
"What sort of operation did she just have?" I ask. Nervously, I start fumbling with my hands, unsure of what to do with myself at this point.
The doctor frowns as he runs a hand over his balding head. "I'm afraid I can't divulge information like that. It'll be up to her to tell you. I'm assuming you're her boyfriend?"
"Um... no, but I plan on staying with her until she's better, if that's what you're asking."
He looks at my bare chest and smirks before glancing over to Tria, and then back to me again. "Are you her sister's boyfriend?"
Really? This isn't the time to be going through the sordid details of the weird situation.
"I'm her friend and her sister's friend. When is she going to be ready to go?" I grumble, suddenly feeling a little... awkward.
I didn't think about being in here in a pair of jogging shorts, and wearing my tennis shoes without socks until this very moment. Now that I've noticed, I also realize there are several blushing nurses eyeing me. Fucking great.
"She'll be ready in a—"
Before he can answer, a nurse wheels out Rain who looks like she could curl up and hide from the world forever. She never meets my eyes, but I don't care. I'm not leaving her.
"Go grab my car," I murmur to Tria, who still has the keys.
She nods and disappears out the door while I walk over and kneel down in front of Rain, forcing her eyes to come to me.
"I'm staying with you tonight, so don't even bother arguing."
"I can call Maverick or Co—"
"I said don't bother arguing," I interrupt, keeping my voice soft.
A tear rolls down her cheek, but she nods slowly, accepting my offer grudgingly. I sigh long and hard while standing back up, and the older nurse behind the wheelchair gives me a saucy wink which provokes a low chuckle from me.
"Let's get you home."
Chapter 7
RAIN
Dane feels good against my body as I stroke the hardest, best piece of his body. My lips tangle with his as he rolls me onto my back, kissing me and readying me to be taken, ravaged. And I keep my hand on him, bringing him pleasure as his tongue dances in my mouth.
A smile creeps over my lips as I wake up, but I'm not in bed alone, and... Oh my fuck! No!
The smooth, slick erection I was feeling in my dreams is in my hand, which is inside Dane's boxers—the man of my dreams who is stiff, wide-eyed, and completely shocked.
"I'm so sorry!" I say in a rush, making it sound like one word as I rip my hand away from his... body.
I didn't know he was even in bed with me. I fell asleep in the car on the way back from the hospital. Shit. I just violated him. This is so much more awkward than it already would have been.
"It's fine," he says through what sounds like a pained tone while standing up. "It... happens?" he asks, or at least I think he's asking.
"Um... I really don't know what to say," I mutter while choking on a laugh. I don't know whether I s
hould laugh hysterically, mourn the loss of that touch, or just go ahead and die right now from utter mortification.