“There had better not be any secrets between us again. As it is, I don’t know whether I should kiss you or shoot you in the other arm.”
“I vote for the kiss.”
I kissed him gently on the lips.
“What were you thinking yesterday, running in the way you did?” I asked. “You could have been killed. I wouldn’t be able to survive without you. Not only are you a part of me. You are a part of my life and my soul. You have my heart. I would physically die if something happened to you. It would be even worse knowing that you died because of me.”
“You really think that I could see something like that going on and not do something about it? What kind of man do you think I am?”
“A smart one. A man with a cell phone who knows how to dial 911. They would not have hurt me for a while. It’s not like they couldn’t be easily found. And you wouldn’t have two bullet holes in you.”
“Sorry, I’m the kind of man who jumps into action. I knew I could save my lady, and I fully intended to do so.”
I stared at him for a minute, and, all of a sudden, the anger, fear, and tension that I had been holding in left with a swoosh. A river tide of anguish left my body. In its place were love and devotion.
“Thank you for saving me, not once, but twice. You are truly my hero.”
“Aw, shucks. You are going to make me blush. Do I get a kiss from the rescued damsel in distress?”
I kissed him chastely on his lips again, and when I pulled back, I could have sworn he was pouting.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I also know you well enough that if I give you a kiss that is any more passionate than that, you will want more. And you can’t have it.”
“Party pooper,” he said.
“I’m the party pooper who is here to take care of you. Don’t worry, there will be a lot of time for making love after you are healed,” I said.
“Promise?” he asked.
“I promise.”
I undressed and got into the other side of the bed. I kissed him again on the mouth. I really wanted to kiss him passionately, but I didn’t dare. It would leave both of us wanting more.
“You aren’t getting anything more than that until you’re better.” I snuggled against him on his good side. “I didn’t get any sleep last night. I think I’ll take a little nap now if that is okay with you.”
“I love it when you snuggle with me. I rest so much better.”
I waited until I heard his even breathing. Then, I finally let myself relax and fall into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, he was still snoring softly. However, his eyes popped wide open as soon as he felt me move.
He winced when I rolled out of bed. “Baby, I’m sorry, but I need to change your dressing. I’m not sure how it’s going to feel, but I’ll do my very best.”
I gave him another pain pill, because, regardless of how gentle I was, it was still going to hurt. Then, I fetched some hot water, a washcloth, a bowl, tape, gauze, and a towel. I was nervous. I had never done much in the way of first aid before. I just tried to remember everything that Dr. Ursa had told me to do.
Carefully, I pulled off the bandages and put them in the trash can. There had been a little bit of blood seepage, but not much. There was no yellow gunk oozing out and no redness or puffiness around the wounds, so I was guessing that there was no infection.
As a matter of fact, for a man who just got shot yesterday, his wounds looked remarkable.
“If I didn’t know better, I would say that you had been shot several days ago instead of yesterday.”
He smiled weakly. “It hurts like it happened five minutes ago. Except now, there is the fire going through my body and an ache that sends throbbing pulses all over me.”
“My poor, baby,” I cooed at him.
He stuck out his bottom lip. “I know. I think I should get kisses all over to make me feel better. Especially right here,” he said, pointing to his cock.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Not until you have healed up more. I don’t need you hurting yourself anymore by jerking around or, heaven forbid, ripping your stitches out.”