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“That your boyfriend?” the nurse asks me.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Wait, he calls youbeautifuland tells you he loves you, but he’s not your boyfriend?”
I chuckle. “No, that’s an inside joke thing. We’re friends.”
“You’re idiots, then,” the nurse teases.
“I actually have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend. But we’re super close. We’ve been best friends since we were five. I trust him more than pretty much anyone else.”
The nurse gives me a knowing smile. “Ah, I had one of those once.”
“You get it, then.”
“Well, kind of.” She smiles.
“You’re not friends anymore?” I ask, the thought of not being friends with Aaron anymore gutting me in every possible way.
“I guess we’re stillfriends. I married him.” She gives me a smirk and leaves her comment hanging there as she pushes me into the operating room. And if she was tasked with distracting me, she did a good job, because right now, I’m thinking a lot less about being put under for surgery and a lot more about Aaron.
Until a mask drops over my face, and suddenly, I wish Aaron were here holding my hand. Because I’m scared. And I want to panic. And… then…
Black.
Aaron’s fingers twist with mine and he leans down and kisses my head. “Beautiful, thank God you’re okay. I was putting on a brave face, but I was scared. Can’t risk losing my girl.”
I puff my lip out in a pout. “Ace, don’t say things like that. Youcan’tlose me.”
Instead of tapping my lip with his finger, he reaches down and kisses it. I smile against his lips, reach up, IV still in my arm, and run my fingers through his hair, pushing his lips more firmly against mine. His tongue sweeps through my mouth and all of me relaxes. I pull away and smile up at him. “That felt good.”
“Italwaysfeels good, Beautiful.” He kisses my forehead. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you too. So much.”
“Rae?” a woman’s voice says.
I blink a couple of times, taking in the bright lights.
Oh shit.
Seriously?
That nurse.
She planted that idea in my head so damn well that I had a dream about Aaron being my boyfriend.
You’ve got to bekiddingme.
It’s not that it was bad. I mean, it felt good in the dream.
It even felt kinda right.
Which is weird.
My brain feels fuzzy and confused.
“Do you remember your mother and sister being in here?” the nurse who started all these shenanigans asks me.
