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forever you know.” She told him straightening his blanket.
    “No shit.” He grunted
clearly not amused.
    “Jameson,” Melanie
touched his left leg over the blanket ignoring his rudeness. “How are you
feeling tonight?”
    His brow furrowed
looking down at her hand before answering. “Sore—less groggy. I guess that’s better?”
    “Well the grogginess
won’t go away just yet.” She tapped his IV. “It’s the morphine. You’re on a
high dose right now to keep you relaxed. The more you rest, the faster you
heal.”
    I could tell he was
still sleepy or else he would have objected to being sedated so heavily.
    Melanie smiled one
breathtaking smile at him. It was a smile that made me want to punch out all
her pretty white teeth.
    Jesus, could she be any
more beautiful?
    “Let me know if you
need anything, sweetie.” Her head turned to the side. “It’s not every day we
have a NASCAR superstar in here.”
    Jameson smiled and then
looked away quickly without saying anything. I could tell she was making him
uncomfortable, he didn’t like attention or the touching and neither did I.
    Once the door closed
behind her, Jameson sighed heavily. “I hate this place,” his voice thick and
drowsy. “I just want to go home.”
    “I know ... I do too.” I agreed running my hands
over his stubby jaw. “Soon,”
    Gingerly I brought his
lips to mine. I intended on kissing him just once but Jameson had other plans
when his tongue glided against my lower lip.
    Without thinking, I
slowly deepened the kiss. His right hand came up from between us, cupping the
back of my head. My mind was screaming for me to stop this. He was in no
condition to be making out right now but I couldn’t make myself do as such.
    Jameson moaned softly,
his tongue dancing with my own. He tasted different, like medicine. His
movements were slow but I could tell he wanted more. I was moments away from
pulling away when he dropped his hand to mine, and then moved it to his
erection over the blanket. At least that wasn’t damaged, that would have been
fucking tragic.
    Jameson groaned into my
mouth. “God Sway ... I need you.”
    “Jameson,” I whispered
pulling away with a grin of self-satisfaction that I could arouse him so
easily. “We can’t do that ... in here ... ” Thoughts of straddling him in a
hospital bed began flooding my perverted brain. Now I understood his
fascination when he was stabbed and wanting to do it in the hospital bed.
    I could blame baby
hormones for that too, right?
    I think he knew we
couldn’t but it didn’t stop the pout he gave me before he muttered an, “I
know.”
    “Soon ... I promise.” I pulled back away from him.
“You need to heal first.” I leaned in placing another chaste kiss on his lips.
He once again tried for more.
    Both of us jumped when
the door to his room opened—Jameson winced in pain. “Fuck ... ”
    “Now, now ... that’s how you knocked her up in the
first place.” Spencer laughed at his weak joke before he and Alley barged in.
    “Can’t you put him on
the do not let in list or something?” Jameson asked me quietly. His eyes
drooping even more, he was fighting to stay awake.
    I realized how
inappropriate our position looked so I cautiously removed myself from the bed
albeit against Jameson’s struggles to keep me there. Eventually, he settled for
me holding his hand.
    “We won’t stay long.”
Alley assured me. Jameson’s eyes were already closing. “We just wanted to say goodbye.
We have to go pick up Lane at my mom’s.”
    Jameson’s eyes opened
briefly when Spencer leaned down and whispered in his ear. His mouth twisted
into a faint smile as Spencer ruffled his hair carefully.
    Once they left, he fell
asleep quickly. I didn’t. I stayed vigilant of every breath, every movement and
every flicker of emotion.
     
    When Jameson woke up
the next morning for surgery, he was grumpy.
    Actually, he was
pissed. That was a better word to describe his mood. His pillows weren’t