Page 22 of Vows of Betrayal

Again.

I wasn't surewhat the heck he was trying to do. But I definitely knew the consequences.

“I mean,” Stefan's fingers stayed inside of me this time and he moved them around, “good.”

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

Whatever he was doing now down there was even better than thrusting his fingers inside me.

Okay, maybe not better, but equally wonderful.

He started kissing me again. And that was way, way, way better. Having Stefan's fingers inside of me while his mouth was on me was—perfection.

He wound me right up again, and I was—there.

Right.

There.

When he suddenly pulled his fingers out. “Oh, shit.” He thumped down on the bed beside me and I had never been more confused in all my life.

Until he clutched his chest.

“Oh, no. Are you okay?” I asked, pushing up and off the bed.

What I had forgotten was the fact that Stefan had pulled my pants down to my knees. Therefore, when I tried to stand up—I quickly lost my footing.

And fell directly back on my behind.

My very bare behind.

Who knew hospital floors were so cold?

“Dammit,” I said as I scrambled to get to my feet. I yanked up my panties and scrubs all in one go. But it took me longer to refasten my bra and pull my top down.

During that time, Stefan appeared to be getting worse. I hit the call button and ran out of the room for help.

7

Francesca

“Marcello looks just like Carlo. Don't you think?” Giselle asked, rocking one of the babies in her arms.

“I guess there's a reason for that, sweetheart,” Stefan said. He held the other baby. He was currently sitting up in bed. Something he hadn't been able to do for the last three days.

After our little—incident, Stefan had to be given a plethora of medications. And a minor surgery. As it turned out, fooling around so soon after being shot was a bad thing.

Who'd have known?

Sigh.

He was back on oxygen as well. And he also had to have a few stitches redone.

All in all, our little—big—make-out session had caused him a ton of damage.

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