“Good lord,” I breathed, as we both started to climax together. She huffed out hot breath against my neck, tightening herself around me, and I gripped the back of her ass, pushing harder into her as I shuddered over her.
By the time we were done, we both collapsed, panting.
“We should rename the bar,” I wheezed.
“What?” She propped up on one arm.
“Fuck Wayne’s. That’s a lame-ass name. What about Mashton’s.”
She burst into laughter, falling back beside me.
“Ashillie’s? What’s our celebrity couple name?” I wanted to hear her laugh again. I never wanted her to stop laughing.
Reaching over, she kissed me on the cheek. “Come on, we gotta get to the hospital.”
And just like that, reality struck. I had my appointment for my heart follow-up and my girlfriend was giving my dad part of her liver. Just another fucking Monday.
Chapter 21
Millie
My surgery check-in time was eight a.m. and Ashton’s doctor had agreed to meet him at seven-thirty so that we could both be present at each other’s appointments.
I wrung my hands nervously as his doctor came into the room glancing at his clipboard. “Gave everyone a real scare, didn’t you?”
Ashton smiled but I scowled at him and that wiped the smile right from his face.
“Missed my meds here and there,” Ashton told him.
“And has been smoking and drinking heavily,” I added.
The doctor’s eyebrows widened. “Smoking?” This was a different doctor from the one who’d helped Ashton that night at the ER. He needed to know what we were up against.
Ashton’s jaw clenched as he looked over at me and rolled his yes. “Yes, but that was before I fell in love with a beautiful woman who bought me disgusting nicotine gum and straightened me out.”
I grinned. Technically, Gran bought the first pack of gum, but I’d bought him five more. Ashton was hands down the most charming man I’d ever met; he always knew what to say. The doctor looked me over and smiled, and then his gaze went to Ashton.
“I want to do a heart tissue biopsy to see if the new anti-rejection medication is working. If not, we’ll have to work quickly to save the organ.”
The color bled from Ashton’s face. “Really? I mean, I feel fine. I think it’s working.”
The doctor nodded. “In the meantime, I’m going to put you on the low priority UNOS list. In case things change quickly.”
The room spun when he said UNOS.
United Network for Organ Sharing. That fucking word was burned in my brain after what happened with Colin.
“He might need another heart?” My voice cracked.
The doctor offered me a weak smile. “His pulse oxygen is good today, EKG clean, but I’ve had rejection patients go downhill fast after an event.”
An event. What happened last week was “an event.”
Stepping closer to Ashton, he tapped his head, hard. “Use your brain, son.Stopsmoking.”
Then he left the room.
“A bit of a dick,” Ashton told me.
