Grabbing it with a pounding heart, I opened it, my mouth falling to the damn floor instantly.
There, framed against the white tiles of the hospital bathroom and the slight view of the sink across the way, was Avery’s hand and his dick resting in it. He looked like as much of a mess as I did, cum still wetting his tip with some of it smeared down his hand and shaft.
The text under the picture read:‘got some on the floor too’.
“Fuck me.” Throwing my phone back onto my bed, I leaned forward and used my clean hand to rest my head against it.
There was no going back from this. He was actually going to be the death of me. Trying to pretend like we could would only be setting us both up for failure—one where we crashed and burned in a spectacular fashion.
That could still happen obviously, but perhaps if we leaned into this, we could at least enjoy getting each other off until that time came.
Where he’d eventually have to leave.
Grabbing my phone again, I quickly saved the photo into the secure folder on my phone. I jumped when another phone call came in, this time from Max.
Shit. I can’t believe I’d gotten distracted for that long.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” he said. “I’m just pulling up to your house.”
Fuck. I wanted to groan, only barely holding it in at the last second. “Okay, great. I’ll be right out. Just give me five.”
“Take your time.”
Quickly ending the call, I slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up, ignoring the guilt that going on a date right after I’d had phone sex with another man made me look real fucking bad no matter how you spun it.
Canceling on Max wasn’t an option, not with him literally pulling up to take me out. Playing sick would only get him guilting me into letting him in in order to nurse me back to health. Which wouldnotbe happening now that I was certifiably insane for Avery.
Ignoring my reflection in the mirror, I grabbed a washcloth to wet it and swipe up the cum coating my stomach.
This was going to be the longest date in history.
CHAPTER 22
Avery
“You look sweaty,”Carrie commented the second I flopped down into one of the chairs across from Eva’s bed. “You okay?”
I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror after cleaning up, but I could feel how flushed my face still was and knew it showed as clear as day. Which no doubt wasn’t helping my case in looking innocent after taking that phone call.
I was still buzzing from it—my skin still tingling from the aftereffects.
Under any other normal circumstances, Carrie wouldn’t give two shits about who the hell I was getting involved with romantically. At this point, she’d probably encourage it and tell me it was about damn time.
Being at the hospital while her daughter was undergoing breathing treatments and getting pumped full of antibiotics, however, wasn’t exactly the best place to be admitting to having phone sex and getting myself off in the damn bathroom while she’d needed my emotional support.
In fact, she’d probably call me a pervert and ban me from ever seeing her or Eva again.
So, lying it was.
Rubbing my hands over my thighs a few times, drying them of the excess water from the tap in the bathroom, I forced a quick smile. “All good. Hear anything yet?”
She gave me another cursory glance before nodding. “One of the nurses swung by and checked her vitals. Said she should be waking up anytime now. I wanted to run down to the gift shop and grab her something. A stuffed animal to have with her while she’s got all these wires on her.”
The poor thing looked so tiny in her bed, wrapped in a thin sheet while there was a mask over her face, feeding her humidified oxygen, and an IV tapped at the crook of her arm that was pumping her system full of antivirals.
She had a heart monitor patch on her chest that was tucked under her hospital gown, and another set of wires that I really couldn’t tell what they were for laid out on the opposite side of her body, two of which were clamped around her small fingers.
