“I bet I could get you into some.”
His hand made a very solid connection with my ass, startling a passing intern. He laughed right in my face. I needed to speak to Betty about how to improve my stare until it was as withering as hers.
The sun was shining through the windows of his room as we reached it, his hospital gown folded on the bed for him like he’d just checked into a five-star hotel. I closed the door behind me as Felix sat on the bed, patting the mattress.
“Hey, think we can fit in a quickie?”
“No. My vagina is closed for maintenance. You’ve ruined me. And how has your dick not fallen off?”
Felix had a sliding scale of smug expressions which ranged from the time he scored the winning goal, shooting the puck between the heads of two Detroit wingers heading directly toward him and straight into the corner of the net, to whenever he could prove Cooper wrong. Or anyone wrong.
The current level of smugness he was wearing set a new record.
“Because it’s made of steel.”
My mother would have been proud of the pfffft I let out, even if it was true.
“Lex, get changed and into bed. The nurse will be in soon.”
He chuckled, pulling his hoodie over his head, then dropped his pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
It was beyond me how he managed to make even the shitty hospital gown look like couture, the teal bringing out the cobalt rings lining his pupils, like the finest tipped marker. Although the one-size-fits-all didn’t really work for him as it barely stretched across his giant shoulders.
“Hey, Mol, you sure you don’t want a piece of me before I go under? You might want to wipe a bit of that drool off though.”
I looked up from his chest straight into his eyes, still creased in amusement. “No, my vagina is closed right now.”
He pouted his bottom lip. “Shame, I never pegged Doctor Molly Beatrice Marks to be a quitter.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“Well, you know that I’m going to be laid up for a bit and I can’t put weight on my knee, so you’re going to be sitting on my face for a while.”
My vagina clenched so hard, my belly spasmed.
“Get into bed.”
I was picking up the pile of clothes as the door opened.
“Hey, Marco, how’re you doing, man?”
He fist bumped him. “Good, how are you? You look better than the last time I saw you.”
“I’m fucking peachy. Look, I finally got Doctor Marks to talk to me.” He pointed over to where I was standing trying to decide whether he’d already been given a dose of morphine, because he was acting like he had been.
Marco laughed as he started up with Felix’s pre-op care.
“Hey, I have no secrets from Marco. He was here looking after me when you’d deserted me.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Stop talking.”
The door opened again and another nurse walked in, handing a tray of vials and two bags of fluids to Marco before setting up the monitors. Felix watched her as she worked in silence, his head flicking between her and Marco and then back to me with his eyebrow raised.
“What’s up?”
“Just thinking about something Drew said to me.”
“What?”
