Page 77 of Save Room for Us

“I can barely focus with that thing like that,” she commented, gathering all of her shit.

I just admired her as she stayed focused, face all serious. She could’ve been about to poison a nigga, and I wouldn’t even know right now.

“I’ll try to make him go down, but no promises.” I was delirious from all the blood loss, and that, mixed with the high this girl gave me, had me on one.

Staring me in the eye, she smiled and said, “Count to twenty for me, freaky ass,” before placing an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth.

Laughing, I started but only made it to five before I passed out.

Opening my eyes, I felt a tightness in my side, reminding me of what the fuck had happened. I was much more clearheaded though, mind on one thousand trying to remember if I knew of anybody associated with that fucking Dodge Challenger.

“Feeling better?” Anastazia asked.

“Little bit, but why the fuck you knock me out?” I asked, watching her saunter over with a water pitcher.

“So I could remove the bullet and sew you up.”

“All I needed was some whiskey, and I would’ve been good,” I explained.

“You’ve let someone sew you up and remove a bullet while awake and with no medication?”

“Both times I got hit.” I nodded, taking the cup of water and sipping it. “I don’t need that other shit you muthafuckas be using on people.”

“Well, I will know for next time. How does it feel?”

“Tight and sore.” I touched my abdomen lightly, feeling the thick ass gauze.

“Did you want some medication?”

“Nah.” I shook my head. “I’m good. I got some whiskey in that locker though. Hand me that.”

“Alright, well I’m happy you are good.” She did as I’d asked. “You did lose a nice amount of blood, but you’re fine.” She rubbed my hair before kissing me slowly. “I will check on your vitals in a second.” She started off, but I grabbed her hand.

“Nah, don’t leave me.”

Simpering, she said, “I was just gonna clean up a little. You attached to me already?”

“I am.” I nodded. She giggled as her cheeks turned a little red underneath her brown skin. “Lay down with me.”

“It’s too small?—”

“Come here.” I tugged her, and she relented, removing her shoes first before lying next to me, smiling. I gulped some of the alcohol as she stared up at me, head on my chest.

“I hate the smell of alcohol.” She turned up her cute ass nose as I chuckled.

“So can a nigga get a kiss still?”

“Is that appropriate for a patient?”

“Absolutely.” I nodded. “Only way I’m gon’ heal is if we kiss.” I pecked her as she smiled against my mouth.

Placing her hand on the side of my face, she pressed her lips to mine before we parted our mouths to introduce tongue.

Like usual, my dick hardened immediately as I moved the blanket she’d laid on me out of the way. Her scent, soft ass hair and lips, and the way her body felt under my hands didn’t help my situation even a little bit.

I wanted to fuck this girl so bad I could feel it. Anastazia had some wet shit between her legs, and the way it hugged a nigga’s fingers the few times I’d been able to feel it, I knew the shit was fire.

“Ah.” I winced in pain as I tried putting her on her back.

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