Page 71 of The Delivery

I’m guessing he’ll need an outlet for release.

“No, I want to stay and be close to you.”

“Will you try to get ahold of your mother?”

“No, but I’d like to call Alexei if that’s okay with you.”

I nod my head and smile. Everything will be okay. I promise myself it

will. There couldn’t be a God so cruel that he’d sacrifice Mozey to save his sister, especially not after all they’ve been through. I thread my fingers through his and pull his hand to my chest.

“What would you paint if you went out tonight?”

“Your green eyes and Brisa’s hands. A bowl full of kidney beans with one fallen off to the side of the plate.”

He looks tired but he has a smile on his face.

Mo can’t eat or drink so I decide to fast along with him. It’s not like I’m going to order a steak and devour it in front of him. Although I’m hungry enough to eat the whole cow, maybe even the barn. My lunch consisted of beef jerky and Gatorade from the vending machine. But his was contrast fluid so I can’t complain. I’ll drink the champagne from the wet bar instead. The Miramontes aren’t cutting costs—that’s for sure. They’ve put us up in a swank hotel, with security not only outside our door and in the lobby, but also in SUVs out on the street—all of them armed. I pull back the curtain and watch down below as a police car pulls up, an officer gets out and speaks to one of the guards.

“I guess it’s supposed to make us feel safe, but I think it does the opposite. Are they really here for protection or is it to keep us from leaving?”

“I think it’s the kidney they’re protecting, not us.”

“So it’s to keep us from leaving,” I say, feeling trapped and claustrophobic.

“That, and I’m sure the Miramontes have plenty of enemies. My kidney is valuable to them so it makes me a target. If someone were to take me out, they’d get Brisa too. Two siblings with one stone. I think the security is necessary, Lana, if we want to wake up tomorrow.” He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses the back of my neck ever so softly. “Sorry to make you involuntarily risk your own life for me,” Mozey whispers in my ear.

“You’re not afraid?”

“No, I’m happy,” he says as he brushes his lips over my ear.

I should take it more seriously—I do. But it’s impossible not to feel the burn when he puts his mouth on me. Pinpricks of desire run up my spine. I angle my face to his as he licks a delicate line from the back of my neck to the base of my ear.

“It’s okay, but no more organ donations after this one. I want all of your parts. Sorry if that’s selfish.”

“Which parts do you want?” he whispers, nipping my earlobe, his cheeks rounding in a smile. Mozey trails his fingertips from my shoulders to my elbows, then skates them down my forearms. He clasps my hands when he reaches them, turning me around and pulling me into his chest. He’s big and strong, and his hug completely envelopes me. I want for nothing in these arms—except for more of his body. Mozey lifts me up, his arm coming under the backs of my knees. He brings me to the bed and gently tosses me into it.

“We’re still going to have to wait for our time, Lana. I’m sorry.”

I nod my head in understanding, but I can’t say what I think. If Mozey were to die in surgery, we’d never get the chance. I’d have to live forever without ever fully knowing his body and what it feels like to abandon ourselves to one another’s pleasure, to submit to nothing but the contact of our flesh.

“I’m still planning on touching you. But forgive me for being hungry and dehydrated and having to get up to pee in a bag,” he says, moving his body to encircle mine. He wraps himself around me until I feel like I’m nestled into a conch shell. I don’t know how we got from who and where we were when we first met—to this. I know that I would do anything for this man and that in the comfort of his arms, I am the one who’s been delivered.

We rise at dawn, both of our stomachs growling. Mozey looks more excited than he should for what he’s about to face. It’s as if his kidney were a pair of too small sneakers that he’s more than happy to pass on to his sister. Who knew anyone could feel so casual about removing a body part. I’m the one who’s morose and scared of the surgery. But I’m trying to hide it so he can enjoy this strange moment. I know Mozey feels like it’s symbolic compensation for the milk. I’d remind him that technically speaking she didn’t really need it, but I love him too much to minimize what’s burdened his conscious for years.

“I promise I’ll take you out for the world’s biggest breakfast as soon as I’m cleared to eat again,” Mozey smiles at me across the seat of the SUV escorting us to the hospital. I unbuckle my seat belt and slide over into his arms. He kisses the top of my head as if reassuring me. “Hey, Lana, look at me. It’s not like I’m losing a limb.”

“I know,” I say even though I feel like it is.

“Do you want to talk about what will happen if something goes wrong and I don’t make it?”

“No, I don’t,” I say, burying my face into his neck.

Mozey pushes me back by the shoulders and looks into my eyes. He has the most beautiful cupid’s bow. So strong and defined and irresistible to kiss. He takes my mouth ever so gently and pours both emotion and desire into our kiss.

“They offered me compensation for the kidney. I refused it of course. I don’t want anything to do with their dirty money. But then I sat on it for a while and realized I can’t leave you again. It’s in your name in case anything goes wrong and your parents have the account numbers.”

“No, don’t do this to me, Mozey. And right before we have to go in.”

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