Restless

ASTON

“It’s been days, Blake. Days!” I hated the tinge of whine in my voice, but there was no helping it anymore. Since the hospital, Blake and I had been cooped up in the hotel room. For four days, if he could have gone to pee for me he probably would have.

It was sweet and all, everything he was doing for me, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The first few times I asked to get out of the room, he found effective ways to distract me.

Blake could be very, very distracting when he wanted to be.

Only after he called the doctor to make sure it was alright for him to be distracting me like that.

It was mortifying that he called Doctor Steele to ask if it would be safe for us to—do stuff, in bed. I wasn’t like Tiffany, talking about sex openly and unashamed. I didn’t have nearly enough experience to be that nonchalant about it.

Maybe someday I would be able to call up a doctor as confidently as Blake had, and just come right out with it and ask her if it would be okay to have sex. Worst of a