Page 71 of Stealth Mission
Oh.Uh.I didn’t expect that reaction.That stings.
I blink and give myself a little mental shake.
My thoughts aren’t very clear. The medication makes me a little foggy. Feeling uncertain, I pull the sheet tighter against me. Maybe I’m misinterpreting his reaction.
I hope.
Then a realization hits me like a lightning bolt. Maybe he thinks I didn’t like it. I never told him how much I loved what we did.
He watches me reach for his scruffy cheek, where I brush my fingertips along the strong angle of his jaw. “I liked it.”
My words hang in the air.
After a beat, the hard lines around his eyes soften as he squeezes my other hand. “I loved it.”
If I didn’t have a headache I’d smack my forehead.
“I mean Ilovedit. Boy I messed that up. I’m sorry, I’m not very articulate right now. These drugs…”
“You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect.” He leans in and brushes a kiss over my forehead. His warm breath dances over me.“I’m just real fucking sorry it ended up this way.”
“Well, I have to say this put a dent in my afterglow. I don’t know exactly how it all happened and that is very disorienting. One minute we’re talking and then…” I press my hands over my eyes. “I don’t even remember if you were driving or where we were going after we had sex and got our clothes back on straight?—”
“Ahem.” A loud throat-clearing snaps my mouth shut.
“Ready for company?”A strange male voice asks.
Walt groans. Turn his face to the ceiling with a pained expression. “Not now, you guys...”
The curtain snaps back to reveal three men and a woman, all looking a little sheepish.
These aren’t just average people. Each of the men look like warriors, dressed in black and gray camouflage pants with tight fitting black T-shirts. But it’s not just the clothing. It’s the way they are standing. The fourth one, a young woman has the girl next door thing going on, including a cute gray dress that compliments her long auburn hair.
With her cheeks turning pinker by the second, she twists her hands together. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean to interrupt a personal moment.”
Crap. They heard.
God knows how much, but the look on her face says enough—the word sex didn’t go over their heads.
Walt rises to stand beside the bed, but he doesn’t let go of my hand. “Ever heard of a concept called privacy?”
The taller of the three men rubs the sandy-brown scruff on his jaw as he shrugs. “The nurse sent us to check in on you two. I think she was just worried that some lug head was going to climb in bed and crush the patient.”
Walt grunts, his unhappiness clear. “How long have you been standing there?”
The dark haired guy in the middle flashes a smile that can probably be seen from space. “Long enough.”
He points a shooting-gun finger across the room toward Walt. “Ma’am, your boy there was freaking out. We’re lucky he didn’t break some necks to get back here to see you.”
“You weren’t even out there in the lobby,” Walt counters in a stubborn tone.
“I saw the video Camile recorded of Beast with you in a Full Nelson, dragging you out of the room.”
A growl rumbles beside the bed. Walt is emitting nuclear energy. “You recorded that?”
The tension climbs. Any second there could be blows.
The woman waves a dismissive hand and smiles at me. “Ignore these morons.”