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She stretches like a cat, back arched and arms up over her head. She’s doesn’t seem to care or notice that the sheets have slipped down below her breasts, and why should she? The woman’s body is insane, and I’m so glad I’m getting another chance to admire it.
“Morning,” she answers before covering her mouth. “Be right back,” she says as she gets out of bed. “I don’t want to kiss you with dragon breath.”
I take the moment alone to put my leg on and then follow her into the bathroom once I hear the shower start up. As I’m flushing, I realize we probably don’t know each other well enough for me to be doing my business while she’s in the shower, but she doesn’t bat an eye when she peeks out from behind the curtain to tell me, “I don’t have an extra toothbrush but feel free to use mine if you’re not grossed out by sharing.”
“You sure?”
She giggles and then shoots me a look. “We swapped a lot more than saliva last night, so it’s fine by me.”
“This is true.”
I take my time brushing because Grace’s shower curtain is one of those sheer numbers where you can make out the silhouette of her form and watch as she moves. Shaking my head, I curse the fact that I can’t join her. Shower sex used to be fun.
I sit on the bed and wait for her in my underwear, floating an idea that I’m pretty sure she’ll shoot down. Grace comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, looking so cute that I want to pull her onto my lap and repeat last night all over again.
“What’s up?”
“Are you the spontaneous type or do you like things planned out in advance?”
She cocks her head to the side and then comes to sit next to me on the bed. “A little of both, I guess.”
“Want to come to New York with me tomorrow?”
“You said you had plans. Would I be in the way?”
“No, I’d love it if you came with me. I have two days where I have shit to do, but I booked the hotel for four days because I’m off from work and I’ve got nothing else going on right now.”
She nods her head but doesn’t say anything for a full minute. She’s probably weighing the pros and cons of going away with someone she barely knows. Normally I’d be doing the same, but I don’t know, I have this feeling that Grace and I will come through this little adventure just fine.
“I could totally amuse myself for two days in New York.”
“I’ll only be tied up part of each day, so I’ll be able to do stuff with you. You won’t be on your own.” I want to add:Not like when you were in Paris with that douchebag.
“Do you mind me asking what you’re doing up there?”
I take her hand just because I want the contact, and also to convey that it’s all right to ask. I want her to know everything there is to know. “I have to get an MRI done tomorrow afternoon and then I have a consultation with an orthopedic surgeon the next day.”
“For your leg?”
I nod down at it. “There’s a more advanced procedure. It’s not really new but there aren’t many hospitals that specialize in it. It’s called osseointegration limb replacement. The prosthetic is surgically implanted into the bone, as opposed to mine, which is a more traditional socket-base prosthetic.”
“You must be going to HSS then.” I must look surprised because she shrugs, adding, “My parents are both physicians and so is my brother. No orthopedists in the family, but hospital talk was like background noise growing up in my house.”
I’m kind of thrown for a moment there. The Hansons aren’t exactly a family of slouches, but having three doctors in one family is crazy impressive. “Wow.”
“Yep, a family of geniuses with one exception.”
I knock her knee with my good one. “Don’t go busting on teachers.”
“I’m not,” she nudges me back. “I just usually hold back on telling people about my family. I come off like the square peg.”
“I get it. And yeah, that’s where I’m going. I don’t even know if I’m a good candidate for it or not, but it could be an interesting option.”
“What’s the worst thing about it?” She’s looking down at my foot so I know she’s not asking about the surgery.
I rest back on my elbows and sigh, trying to make a joke of it. “About five minutes ago I wanted to join you in there,” I nod towards the bathroom, “but I didn’t have my shower leg with me. Basically, I need to travel with a duffel bag of assorted attachments. Got my shower leg, my running leg, my walking leg...”
She gestures for me to scoot back and then moves to straddle me. “And this doesn’t hurt? You didn’t complain last night, but I’m not exactly a waif.”
