Elias collapses, kissing the side of my neck. “Best way to wake up. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive another day without my day starting just like this.” He presses a kiss against my cheek.
“That would mean we spend every single night together. Are you sure you want that? What if…” I toy with the ends of his hair. “What if it’s too much too soon and you get sick of me?”
He lifts himself so he can stare down at me. “I could never get sick of you. I’ve wanted you for so long and I’ve fought it for weeks. It took me too long to wrap my mind around the age gap, but I don’t care. I want this. I want you. I want the future we talked about. I…” He swallows, taking my hand and pressing it against his chest. “I’m falling in love with you.”
“I’m falling in love with you too,” I hurry to say before he can say anything else.
He smiles so big. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Then, you should know what’s going on with me right now. It wouldn’t be fair for me to keep it from you. Let’s go get some coffee and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I hate it when he slips out of me, and I know he doesn’t like it either by the frown that tilts his lips downward.
“How about I make you coffee?” he suggests. “You stay here, legs up. Keep my cum inside you, sweetheart. We don’t want it to go to waste.” With two fingers, he pushes his seed inside me. He growls, and then as if I’m as light as a feather, he slides me up the bed, turns me around, and lifts my legs so they can be pressed against the headboard. “Stay just like that. Butt pressed against the headboard, legs straight in the air. I’ll be back.” He bends down and kisses my forehead. “Don’t. Move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I reply with a happy smile.
“Good. You’ll be missing your next period.” He walks away, giving me a view of his perky butt before he covers it with his damn jeans.
I hear him fiddling in the kitchen and I close my eyes, allowing myself to fall asleep again.
“Hey.” His voice is soft as his knuckles brush down my cheek. “Wake up, sweetheart. I have your coffee. You can move now.” He chuckles.
I know he’s right, but I’d love to sit here all day. I roll out of bed, use the restroom, wash my hands, and climb into bed naked. Taking the hot cup of coffee from him, I sigh when the warmth hugs my palms through the mug.
“What did you want to talk about?” My stomach turns into knots. I always get nervous when people say “we need to talk” or something similar.
He leans against the headboard, and it creaks, broken from last night. I smirk into my coffee, loving this life for me. I’m ready for a repeat.
Elias tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling. “I’m going to just talk and get it all out or I’m afraid I won’t.”
“Got it. I’ll just listen.” I pat his hand, then scoot closer, looping my arm through his.
“My mom died when I was thirteen. A brain aneurysm. I knew then I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. Anyway, my dad changed—he became an alcoholic. He was in and out of my life and until recently, I thought I would never see him again. It’s been years. He stumbled into the ER, wasted, and punched me in the face.”
I gasped. “That’s what happened? Oh my god, Elias.”
“It’s fine. Come to find out, he knew he had liver failure. He needs a transplant. He came here because he knew I was his only chance. I’m a match. I’m going to donate, but I told him after this I’m done with him. Yesterday, he begged me to give him another chance, but I don’t know if I can. I’ve given him so many. He asked if there was anyone special, and I wanted to tell him about you so bad. I figured he would ruin it, so I kept it to myself.”
“Wait. You’re donating your liver? Do you need help? I can look after you. I can stay at your place or you at mine. Anything.”
He turns to me with watery eyes and smiles. “Yeah? Really? I was going to ask, but I didn’t want you to feel obligated. They said I needed a support system after the surgery. I knew that, but after years of isolating myself, I don’t have a support system.”
I straddle his lap, placing my coffee on the nightstand. Taking his face in my hands, I press our foreheads together. “You do now. I’m your support system.”
21
ELIAS
My entire moodhas shifted ever since Olivia and I have solidified our relationship. It’s been two weeks of pure bliss. Every single day, we seem to be more consumed with one another. There isn’t a second that I don’t fall more in love with her. I’m obsessed. I want to marry her now. I want the future to be now. I want…everything.
“You’re so cheery. It’s a nice change.” Nurse Jackie tosses a patient file on the desk. “I’m assuming it’s because of Olivia? Dr. Warrick’s assistant?”
I nod, unable to stop the grin from taking over my face. “Yeah, she’s perfect. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed.”
Jackie leans against the desk on her elbow, plopping her chin in her hand. “That’s so sweet. What does Dr. Warrick think?”
