Page 56 of Come Back to Bed
“You aren’t gonna go yet, are you?”
“I’m going to make sure you get into bed and I’m going to make sure your feet are elevated and I’m going to make sure Daisy’s fed and walked again before the end of the night.”
He pouts, a little bit, for a second. Now there’s an expression I never in a million years expected to see on that face.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
When we get to the guest room, I take the crutches from him and he carefully lowers himself into bed.
When I lean the crutches against the bedside table, I notice the copy ofJust Kidsby Patti Smith.
He’s reading my favorite book.
“I was thinking about you,” he whispers.
“What? When?”
“When I sprained my ankle. I was dunking the ball and thinking I wish you could see this and I landed wrong. You’re ruining my life.” He smiles when he says it, but he really seems to mean it.
“I know what you mean. You should lie back and put your foot up on pillows.”
He lies back, and I run to the living room to grab a couple of pillows, then place them under the sheets and prop his foot up on them. He watches me, still smiling. It’s a drugged-out smile, but my heart still skips a beat every time I catch him doing anything other than Sexy Hot Guy Face.
“You’re really beautiful. I think. Doyouthink you’re beautiful? I can’t tell.” His eyes are mostly shut as he attempts to lift his head up.
“Um. Sure.”
“C’mere.”
“Okay.” I stay where I am, at the foot of the bed.
“Are you moving towards me?”
I’m not. “Uh huh. Very slowly.”
“Don’t mess with me,” he says, his voice getting less dreamy, more stern. “Get in bed with me.”
“I have things to do.”
“You have to get in bed with me.”
“Okay. Five minutes.”
“Five-teen minutes.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. You’re nice.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“I know your secret…I like being with you…”
