Drew never asked what it was about. I think he was afraid of me remember something that he didn’t want me to remember.
He walked in before me and quickly closed his laptop, not wanting me to see the image of my bed, I was sure. He lifted the covers, and I crawled into his bed. I hated feeling weak. I may have been that person before my accident, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want to be that person anymore.
Drew’s legs tangled with mine, feeling like they belonged there. “Did you remember something?” he asked to the back of my head.
“I hope the hell not. I was being chased by monkeys.” I lied. I have no idea how that story just popped into my head, but it did. I turned my face toward him, and he kissed my eye. “Was I ever chased by monkeys?”
He snorted. “I’m pretty sure that was just a nightmare. Go to sleep.”
I did sleep. I slept so sound, and when I woke, I was alone in Drew’s bed. I wondered if he had left for his trip already. He hadn’t.
I turned the knob to his office door, and it wasn’t locked. He was on the phone. I was glad that Derik wasn’t there. I walked around his desk, still wearing my t-shirt and no shoes. I leaned in front of him on his desk, and he looked at me with a look that I could read. I could read it like a book. He ran his hand up my bare leg, not looking at my face. I was getting to him, and he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Um…She’s doing much better. She’s actually sitting here in front of me,” he spoke.
I looked at him with a peculiar look as he looked up to me. Who was he talking to that would have been asking about me?
“Sure, just a second,” he said, handing me the desk phone.
“Hello,” I cautiously spoke.
“Morgan, dear, how are you?”
I knew that it was Mr. Callaway. I smiled at Drew as both his hands glided up my legs, lifting my shirt higher.
“I am doing well sir, much better.”
“Good, that makes me very happy. Is Drew taking care of you?”
“Drew has taken very good care of me,” I said as my fingers went through his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my lap with closed eyes. I wished I knew what he was thinking. “But he’s leaving me today. I’m not real happy about that,” I admitted. Drew looked up with a crooked grin.
“Tell him to take you with him,” he demanded.
“I’m not allowed to fly yet, something about the altitude and my injury not getting along with each other.”
“Well, if you need anything while he is away. You call me. Is your nurse still with you?”
“No, only on Tuesdays and Thursdays for therapy, I don’t really need her anymore, but Marta will be here with me.”
“Good. You tell Drew to hurry home.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Drew stood and crushed my mouth with his lips. I kept my hands on the sides of his face.
Jesus vagina. Did you get a brain injury too?
Drew lifted my shirt and trailed kisses down my chest, landing on my erect nipple. I moaned. What else was I supposed to do? He slid me out of my panties and released himself from his dress pants.
I moaned again as he slid into me. There was so much passion between us that it was almost excruciating. I was almost sure that I had never felt that way in my life.
“Drew,” I called out, dropping my head. It was a little strange, almost like I was asking permission to come or something.
“Yes, you can come, baby,” he answered, giving me permission. I blew it off. I had other things brewing that took precedence over my investigating mind at the time. Drew thrust deep into me, I let go with him feeling every ounce of passion between us.
“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked once we were back to normal breathing. He was still inside of me and pulled me close to him.
“Two days, three at the most.”
“Make it two,” I demanded, and he smiled.
“I’ll do my best,” he said to my lips as he delicately brought my feet to the floor.
“Can I have your keys?”
His head snapped up. He didn’t like it.
“Stay here until I get back.”
I didn’t like his tone, but I didn’t falter. “Drew, you can’t make me stay in this house for two days without you. I’ll be bananas by the time you get back, and I will have monkeys chasing me. I’ll make Marta go with me.”
He smiled at the monkey comment. He was giving in. I could see it.
“Promise me you will not go to the strip, and you’ll stay on this end of town.”
Yes…Triumph.
“I promise,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me and swatted me on the butt.