“Fair enough,” I wink.
Both the doctor and I laugh because she’s just too damn cute to get mad at. Besides, it’s not in her to hold a grudge, so I know she’s playing.
“Flats, huh?” she asks, trying to hide her disappointment.
“It’d be best. I’d hate for you to reinjure your leg when you just got the cast off,” the doctor explains.
The details are important to her, and I’d never deny her something she really wants. She asks for so little, so I want to give her everything. But if it means her health, she has to understand that comes first.
“Andi, you look amazing in whatever you wear. Flats will be okay, right?” I ask, trying to console her.
“I’ll make it work,” she concedes. I can’t believe I won this one, but I won’t bring that up.
The doctor starts the cast saw and cuts down the center, cracking it open as he goes. Once he removes it, she makes me turn my head and not look at her hairy leg.
“Eeeewwww! It’s so gross,” she exclaims. “No peeking, Luke. I mean it.”
The doctor laughs at her insistence. “It’s not that bad. I’ve seen worse,” he assures her. He performs some range of motion tests and takes another X-ray to make sure it’s healed enough. “You’ll need to wear a splint for a couple of weeks. You can take it off when you’re sleeping and in the shower, but you need to wear it during the day to give that bone extra support.”
“Okay,” she agrees, but I can see her mind working.
“Andi,” my tone warns.
“What? I’ll wear it. Most of the time.” She smiles.
The nurse fits a boot on her leg to help take some of the pressure off her healing bone. “This will help a lot,” the nurse says as she adjusts the Velcro straps.
Walking out, Andi smiles at how she can actually walk without the crutches again. Her other scrapes and bruises have healed, and she looks absolutely perfect.
We take a cab back to the Bellagio, and Andi decides we need to go for a walk together. Walking down the Strip in Vegas, in June, is hot as hell. There are people everywhere, and I’m concerned that someone in the crowd will hit Andi’s leg. She takes my hand and moves closer to me.
“You can protect me,” she says.
“You’re willingly letting me protect you?” I ask. “Who are you and what have you done with my Andi?”
“I’ve been letting you help me and protect me for the past few weeks,” she says while shaking her head. “Did you not realize that?”
“I realized that you stayed in my suite and ordered room service while I was at the gym,” I admit. John moved in to another room to give us privacy as a reunited couple.
The first night that Andi felt well enough to make love to me was amazing. I still had to be careful with her leg, but just the slow, rhythmic rocking into her as her body adjusted to accept me was incredible. Our bodies were fused together as one from head to toe. With each thrust I made into her, she cried out in pleasure. Hearing her call my name over and over in my ear was the sweetest sound on earth. When her body shuddered and she came apart in my arms, I quickly followed behind her.
Thinking about it while walking in the midst of all these people is not helping me at all. Just when I think I may be arrested for indecent exposure soon, I realize I’m in Vegas and that would be unlikely to happen. The problem I have is that Andi insists we now wait before making love again…until our wedding in two weeks.
That just makes me want her more, and I’m sure she knows that. Sly little minx probably decided that on purpose as further punishment for me. I’ll take it like a man, though. She’s everything to me, and I’d wait as long as I have to for her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks as we continue our stroll.
“When you said you’d marry me here in Vegas,” I admit.
“I’m not sure your family is thrilled about coming out here for the wedding,” she says, pursing her lips to one side. “Especially Brandon, since he just stayed a month out here with you and already has to come back.”
“They’ll get over it. It’s a long weekend in Vegas. It won’t hurt them.” I quickly dismiss her worries.
“I couldn’t believe you proposed to me here,” she says, lacing her fingers with mine. “We’d just gotten back together.”
“I have no doubt that you’re the one I want to spend my life with, Andi. Do you have any doubts?”
“Not even one, Luke.”
