Page 72 of A Love That Broke Us
Matt
K, I’ll meet you downstairs at 7:30. How’s the knee?
Fucking killing me today.
Matt’s one of the few people I can bitch to about my knee. He was there the first time I fucked it up in high school—a drunkenstunt gone bad. Then, of course, he helped nurse me back to health after my surgery, back when I met Alley.
Matt
Damn. Have you made an appt yet?
Nah. What are they gonna do? Tell me to take more ibuprofen?
Matt
True.
Found an old pain pill in the cabinet. Took half. It’s finally starting to numb the pain.
Matt
Oh shit, nice. So, it’s working?
I glance down at my knee. It doesn’t hurt. Nothing does, actually—for the first time in weeks.God, I’m finally fucking comfortable.
Yeah, I think so.
Matt
That’s good. Maybe you’ll get some good sleep tonight.
Sleep. That sounds great.
I blink, my eyes growing heavy.
Hopefully.
I drop my phone to my side, my arm following. Stretching out on the couch, I let the tension melt from my body. My knee? I don’t feel it. I barely feel anything at all, just warmth and comfort. Like everything is… fine.
My shoulders slump, everything suddenly feeling heavy. The throbbing’s dulled—not gone, but numbed enough to ignore it.
I draw in a deep breath and let it out slow, blinking at the TV. It’s only 6:45, but damn, I’m tired. My body sinks deeper into thecushions, loose and relaxed, like I just had the best deep-tissue massage of my life. The couch wraps around me like a blanket, and the soft background noise of the football game fades into perfect white noise.
I close my eyes. Just for a second.
A soft touchbrushes along my jaw, warm breath skimming my skin. I stir, brows pulling together as I inhale deep, a yawn stretching through my chest. The weight of sleep clings for half a second, thick and heavy. My fingers twitch against the couch cushions.
“Hey, babe.”
Alley’s soft voice drifts through the quiet. I blink my eyes open to find her sitting beside me, grinning as she leans in and presses a kiss to my neck. Her hand glides across my chest.
I grunt, lifting one arm in a deep stretch before letting it fall to her thigh. “Shit. I fell asleep. How was work?”
“It was fine.” She yawns, and the sound pulls another one from me. With a soft laugh, she shifts, moving to straddle my lap.
I cock a brow. “You planning to wake me up?”
“You bet I am.” Both hands slide up my chest as she grinds against me, her hips rolling just enough to make my dick jerk in response before stilling. “In a minute… How was your day?”
