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Goldie was surprisingly chill when I walked around to her side and turned on the light. She opened her eyes and stared at the pillow wall before turning her head slightly to look at me.

“Are you scared?” she asked like a smartass.

Grinning, I rattled the bottles of pain medication and muscle relaxer. “It’s time for you to take your meds.”

Goldie tried scooting up in bed, but she didn’t have the strength to do more than grunt. I lifted her up until she was resting her back against the wall.

“Why don’t you have a bed frame?” I asked and handed her an iced tea bottle from her nearby dresser.

“My mom was concerned about the monsters getting under our mattresses, so she didn’t want bed frames. I’m used to sleeping lower to the ground.”

Goldie took her pills and finished the bottle. When her gaze focused on the bathroom, I sensed her wishing she could get through the night without using the toilet.

Knowing that wasn’t an option, I tugged back her comforter and admired her bare legs.

“You’re still sexy,” I said, making her frown. “Despite your bruised body, I mean.”

“I look like crap.”

“You’re too vain,” I said and brought the wheelchair closer. “You also got worked up about your hair. Not that I mind your neurotic shit since it sparked your willingness to fuck me.”

“I was always going to fuck you,” Goldie said and reached for me. “I was just waiting for the right moment. You looked especially sexy and desperate for attention that night.”

Chuckling at her bullshit, I lifted her into the wheelchair. “I kept coming to Little Memphis to get a glimpse of you. I’d probably feel bad about acting so pathetic, if I didn’t end up with you naked with me in bed.”

Goldie tried turning the wheelchair toward the bathroom, but she was drugged and weak. I moved her slowly toward the open door.

“I heard you had a crush on someone from my club,” Goldie said, sounding nervous. “I hoped it was me, but I was worried it wasn’t. I should have flashed my boobs at you early on and saved us the ‘will they or won’t they’ crap.”

“As a fan of your boobs, I would have enjoyed that.”

“How am I supposed to get on the toilet?” Goldie whimpered and sank defeated into the chair. “I hate being weak. Maybe I should get my dad.”

“I’ve seen your pussy before,” I said, moving around the chair to get inside the tight bathroom. “Stop stressing so much. I’m ready to return to bed. Let’s piss and go to sleep.”

“What if you never get a boner for me after helping me piss?” Goldie whined dramatically.

I nearly replied before catching her grin. Relieved to have her screwing with me, I lifted her up and over to the toilet. She yanked down her boxers and sighed.

“This is intimate,” she murmured and stroked my belly as she pissed. “If I weren’t all fucked up physically, this might be some sexy foreplay.”

Grinning, I shook my head. “Does your dog need to go out to piss?”

“Probably,” Goldie said and wiped. After reaching over to the sink, she washed her hands and dried them on a towel.

“You can open my door to see if she wants out. If she does, Mochi knows where the doggy door is. Just leave my bedroom door open a crack so she can return.”

“I could take her outside.”

“Why spoil her?” Goldie asked and lifted her arms like a baby needing to be picked up. “She might be small, but she’s got a badass nature.”

I moved Goldie back into the wheelchair and rolled her to bed. She decided to rest on her other side this time. We adjusted her pillows until she was tucked into bed.

Goldie smiled at me while I walked to the door to let out Mochi. The dog trotted over and sniffed the hallway before coming back inside.

After I pissed, I shut the door and returned to bed. Goldie handed me the light remote and asked for a kiss. I had to climb half over her to reach her lips, but the quick taste was worth the effort.

Goldie tasted like a woman I planned to keep.