Page 51 of Justus
Hereyes flutter open for a few seconds, but I don’t know if she sees me or not.“You did it, mom. You have a new heart. You’re going to get better. Doug and Iare right here.”
There’sa flicker of recognition in her eyes before they fall shut again.
Thenurse approaches us and explains that she can only have visitors for five minutesevery hour. “She needs to rest,” she explains with a small smile. “We have aroom across the hall with a bed if you’d like to stay close.”
“Thankyou. My brother and I will probably trade off.”
Dougis pacing the waiting room when we get back, waiting for his turn. “You canvisit her now, but then we have to take turns. Five minutes each hour.”
Dougnods. “They told me there’s a room for family across the hall. You should gohome, Sade. I’ll stay tonight. You can take over in the morning.”
“Idon’t want to leave.”
Justusslips his hand into mine. “Sweets, you look exhausted. There’s nothing you cando here now. Doug will call if anything changes and I’ll have you back here inminutes.”
He’sright. I am exhausted, and it makes it hard to think. My instincts tell me tostay, but logically, I know there’s nothing I can do. “I’ll be back first thingin the morning,” I tell Doug.
Justus,Ayda and I return to Justus’s rental car, and he insists on driving. My headrests against the window on the trip back to mom’s house. I look up when I feelus turn, and see we’re in a fast food drive through. Oh yeah, food. I probablyshould eat, I think, before closing my eyes again.
“Sadie,”Justus murmurs, and my eyes pop open. The car is stopped, parked in thedriveway, and he already has the front door open.
“Sorry,”I mumble.
“Don’tbe sorry. Let’s get you inside. You need to eat and get some rest.”
Wesit in the living room, and I turn on the TV for some background noise whileJustus fills our plates with tacos, and hands me a soft drink. Tacos. He knowsme. Every woman should have a man who brings her tacos.
ButI don’t have him. No, I can’t explore the weird engaged but not togethersituation with him right now. My brain can’t take it. “Thank you. I knew youwere good for something,” I tease, devouring the first taco like it might runaway from me.
“I’mgood for so much more than this, as I know you’re aware, but tonight it’s tacosand bed.”
Asudden wave of desire pulses through me. I haven’t had sex since the last timeI saw him, or even taken care of my own needs. “Bed?” I reply, not disguisingthe lust in my voice.
“Forsleep,” he chuckles. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d like better than to fuckyou into next week, but not tonight. I’d be taking advantage. Now, eat yourtaco.”
“Youeat my taco,” I giggle. Yeah, I’m tired.
Heseems amused by my exhausted antics. “You’re killing me here, Sweets.”
“You’rekilling me, Smalls,” I laugh, descending into a giggling fit. It reminds me ofbeing up too late when I was a kid. I always got the giggles.
Ayda’ssnort of laughter from the recliner in the corner reminds me we aren’t alone.“Ha! I forgot you were here, girl.”
“Don’tmind me. I’m going to crash in the guest room.”
Ifinally manage to calm down and finish eating, the food giving me a bit ofrenewed strength.
“I’mgoing to take a shower,” I announce with the small hope he’ll decide to joinme, but no luck. When I emerge, I decide to see how much he’ll actually resist.The logical part of me knows he’s right. Having sex before we iron out what’sgoing on between us isn’t a good idea, but my body doesn’t give a shit. Itwants a release.
Afterdrying off and running a comb through my hair, I strut into the bedroom naked,giving him plenty of time to look before I climb into bed.
Hisgaze heats up and a smirk lifts his lips. God, I missed those lips. “What?” Iask innocently, rolling over on my stomach.
“Thisisn’t going to work,” he chuckles, stripping down to his boxers and climbing inbeside me.
“Idon’t know what you’re talking about.” I roll over and curl up against him,pressing my crotch against his leg.
“Stubborngirl,” he growls. “If I eat your pussy, will you stop torturing me and go tosleep?”
