Page 39 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

While inside the ward, I reclined on my bed after gulping down a glass of water.

“Goodnight,” I said again, for the second time that night.

“Yeah, goodnight.” He finished.

I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I tried to fall asleep. Shortly afterwards, he probably thought I was sound asleep, as I seemed to be quiet; he carefully covered my shoulders with the duvet and gently brushed back a few trespassing strands of hair. Then he moved away from me, and I heard him settle on the sofa once again. Finally, he switched off the light and only the bedside lamp illuminated the room.

Perhaps I was half unconscious, perhaps it was a dream. I wasn’t able to discern, but I felt a warm and gentle touch on my shoulder. The touch was light and reassuring, and I lay there, relaxing into the feeling.

The touch lingered on my shoulder but slowly moved to my face. A hot breath kissed my face, and then it brushed lightly against my lips-

My eyes were teased open by a sudden flash of light. I was forced to open my eyes, and the first thing I saw was him. I panicked. Had I dreamed of him, or had something happened between us? I immediately sat up, shrinking under the duvet.

“Good morning,” his smile was bright and broad. My heartbeat increased, and I was dumbfounded. I still couldn’t fathom how I had woken up with such a sensuous thought. Or was it real?

“Are you good?” His facial expression suddenly changed. He looked puzzled.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to regain my composure.

“Alright,” he said jovially. “You look like you slept well.”

“Yeah.”

“Good morning, sweetie!” Mom’s voice came from the door as she rushed over with a food tray.

“Good morning, Mom.”

Dropping the tray on the bedside table, she kissed my face here and there and commented on how much I had slept.

“I brought food for you. I woke up very early to prepare it at your place.” She said, excitedly.

“Additionally, I shut the backdoor after finding the house keys.”

“Thank you.”

“So, yes, it’s time to eat.” She manipulated the Hi-Lo bed and set the tray of food on the overbed table.

“Excuse me,” Jacob said, stepping out.

The doctor came in shortly after.

“Good morning, Miss Lisbon. Good morning, Mrs Lisbon. I’m Dr. Newman.” He smiled.

“Good morning, Dr. Newman.” My mom and I kind of chorused.

“How’s the soup? Tasty?” He asked genially.

“Pretty good,” I replied.

He chuckled.

“I’ll conduct a quick checkup on you, and then you can continue with your meal.”

“Sure.”

My mom moved aside for him to do his work.

“Yes, you are quite stable, but I need to watch you for at least another twenty-four hours. You can be discharged afterwards.” He declared, after completing the checkup.

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