Page 134 of Sparking Sara

I see Denver pinch the bridge of his nose, and I wonder if his head is hurting.

“I think Denver and I should head on up,” I say. “He’s under doctor’s orders to get a lot of rest.”

Aspen stands up with me. “I’m glad you’re here for him. And I want you to know you can stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.”

I give her a hug and then convince Denver to call it a night.

When we get to our bedroom, he sits on the bed and looks up at me while I take off my jewelry. I walk over to him and he pulls me into his arms as I gaze down on him.

“I’m not all that tired,” he says. “I’ve done nothing but sleep for the past thirty-six hours, you know.”

“You want to play cards?” I ask. “Go Fish maybe?”

He shakes his head.

“How about I put on some music? I hear the Beach Boys are good for healing TBIs.”

He laughs. “I heard that, too. But no, that’s not what I was thinking,” he says with a sultry grin.

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re not serious. Denver, the doctor said you need to rest.”

“He said after the first twenty-four hours I could start easing back into my daily activities.” He shimmies against my leg and I can feel him getting hard. “You are definitely one of my favorite daily activities.”

I look at the bed, longing to be with him, but not wanting to hurt him. “I don’t know.”

“Listen,” he says. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll just lie back and take it easy and let you have your way with me.”

A slow smile creeps up my face at the thought of it.

“God, I love your smile,” he says.

I reach around him and pull off his shirt. Then I kiss him passionately. How I missed having him in my arms last night. He doesn’t know it, but at the hospital last night, I crawled in bed next to him just to have him near me. I couldn’t stand being in the same room with him and not touching him. I only went back to the cot after a nurse kicked me out.

After only weeks of being together, I’m already finding it hard to sleep alone when he’s on shift. When he’s not in my bed, it’s like a piece of me is missing.

He tries to remove my shirt. “Nope,” I say, stopping him. “You’re not doing any of the work here.”

He scoots back on the bed and lays his head on a pillow. “Are you saying I just get to sit back and watch?”

I start unbuttoning my blouse. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Damn … this is definitely something we should record.”

I blush. “You want to record us having sex?”

“Well, I was talking about the strip-tease I thought you were going to do, but, yeah, sure—why not?”

“I’m not making a sex tape with you, Denver.”

He looks up at me with innocent Bambi eyes.

I can’t believe I’m even contemplating it. But a little voice in the back of my head is telling me to do it—so I’ll never forget.

I shake my head at myself, not quite believing what I’m about to say.

“Okay, fine, but if I look all awkward and jiggly, I’m deleting it.”

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