Page 116 of Crimson Love

When he finally comes, he presses into me one last time and holds me to him. I push forward off my knees and fall to my stomach. He follows, giving me his weight.

Neither of us speak as we recover from our highs. When my heart finds its normal pace again, I mutter into the messy sheets, “I’m going to need another shower.”

He turns his head to kiss my shoulder blade. “I’ll join you.”

I don’t move and think about what was said and how it makes me feel. “Jett?”

“Right here.”

I take in his dark eyes and messy waves. He’s beautiful, inside and out. I’m not sure what I did to deserve him. “Don’t ever stop sharing your dreams with me. It’s exactly what I need. Thank you.”

He leans in for another kiss. “You asked for it. Consider my dreams yours from here on out. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

“Never. Your dreams feed me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

TRIGGER

Jett

“Y ou’re taking your medications as prescribed?” “Like my life depends on it.”

The surgeon hikes a brow, unimpressed by my choice of words.

There was no pun intended. My life literally depends on it. Before I found Harlow and discovered she wasn’t only a match but willing to part with one of her kidneys for her long, lost brother, my goal was to not die.

That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less.

Do not die.

Now that I’m on the other side, it all changed. And it all has to do with Lennon.

My sole goal in life is to live.

Not dying and living are very different things.

The surgeon types a few more notes into his laptop before he shuts it. “Your blood tests range between good and perfect, which is better than normal. Usually, we’re thrilled with just plain good. Both electrolyte levels and urine output are where they should be. Your incision has healed properly with no sign of infections. Are you watching your diet?”

“Everyday. I don’t care about food enough to let that mess up my second chance at life.”

“I can vouch for that,” Lennon says. I brought her with me to my checkup. There was no way I was going to leave her in the waiting room. It’s not like they stripped me naked. If they had, it wouldn’t have mattered. “He eats healthier than anyone I know.”

The surgeon looks impressed and turns back to me. “I feel comfortable transitioning you over to your general practitioner. Don’t hesitate to call the office if you have any issues or questions. You healed quickly. Other than the PKD, you were in good shape before, which has helped. I wish all my patients had this easy of a transition to their new organ.”

I stand and grab my shirt. “I’m an overachiever.”

“Let’s talk about lifestyle. Ease back into exercise—especially weight training. Listen to your body. You’ve been off narcotics for weeks it looks like, so you can drive if you haven’t been.”

Lennon spews one single laugh. “Oh, he’s been driving. He even stole my car.”

The surgeon frowns but ignores that. “Like I said, as long as you’re off narcotics and you’re not having any side effects from other medications.”

I button my shirt. “No side effects.”

“And if you’re feeling up to it, you can resume sexual activity.”

I glance at Lennon. She doesn’t throw me under the bus with this one, but she does turn a beautiful shade of pink and bites her lip. She’s the picture of guilt if I’ve ever seen one.