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More days have passed while I'm staying here in the hospital. Vaughn's parents and I take turns in taking care of him. There are a few days on which they spend the night here, and I go back to Jake's house once in a while.

Vaughn is getting better, which is such a relief. This week, his parents have gone back to Michigan, leaving just the two of us in the hospital. Sometimes, Jake and Lais come by to check on him too.

I watch as a nurse conducts the procedure to check his blood pressure tonight, and that's when my phone rings. My lips form into a thin line as I see the caller. It's not in my contact list. "Sorry, I have to take this for while."

A frown touches Vaughn's lips, but then he nods. He must be wondering why I'm not picking it up here. I excuse myself, get out of the room, and answer the call.

The person from the other side of the line speaks, and from what I'm hearing, I should be thrilled. But strangely, I feel nothing. She says that I should have received the notifications earlier, but ever since Vaughn was admitted into the hospital, I haven't checked my emails.

"Thank you, but... Can they give me some more time?" I ask, hoping that they'll understand. "I still have some family matters to settle here, and I'm actually in the hospital. There's an emergency." I'm not entirely lying.

The person speaks again and gives me more explanation about what's going to happen next, and I listen intently, trying to memorize everything. By the time the call ends, I blow a sigh. This is too much to take for me. I need a few more days to sort things out.

When I come back to the room, the nurse has already finished the check-up. She excuses herself, and I thank her before sitting beside the bed.

"Who was calling?" Vaughn asks.

"It's Stacey," I lie. But before he can ask me another question, I change the topic. "What did the nurse say?"

Vaughn sighs. "Everything's great. I'm still not allowed to walk, but lately, my recovery has been getting pretty good."

Relief washes over me. "That's great to hear. You should take a rest more so that the medicine will work at its best." I adjust the pillow under his head as he lies down again.

It's already quite late at night, and a yawn escapes from my lips. I'm about to head to the sofa bed when Vaughn's words make me stop. "Where are you going?" he asks.

"Sleeping?" I raise my brows. I usually sleep on the sofa bed here, so there's nothing new.

He squints, as if he doesn't like the idea anymore. He pats the space beside him. "Well, you can sleep here, with me." A smirk creeps on his lips. When he sees me openmouthed, he adds, "Come on. There's plenty of space here. The bed is quite spacious, it will fit the two of us just fine."

"But I don't want to hurt you," I say. What if I accidentally knock his wound while I'm asleep?

"That's not possible," he says. "I would still endure it even if it happened, though. Watching you sleep somewhere other than here, in my arms, tortures me even more." When I still don't move from my spot, he adds again, "Besides, didn't the nurse tell me that I'm doing pretty great just now?"

I roll my eyes but then approach him, just like he tells me to. Gosh. Why do I have to be so weak in resisting him?

"Close the curtain," he says, and I wonder why we have to. It's not like we're going to do something...

I shake my head in disbelief. There's no way that we're going to have sex here -- he's still wounded. So I push that naughty thought away as I pull the curtain around the bed.

"Perfect." He smiles, pulling me closer to him as I lie down on the bed.

We're lying face to face, our noses almost touching each other. I stare into his eyes and see contentment in them.

None of us says anything, but I feel like there's no need of that. Even when we're in complete silence, I can feel his emotions. His fingers brush across my cheek, and I close my eyes, sighing, enjoying his touch on my skin.

A few moments later, I feel his lips on mine as he kisses me. I kiss him back, and our kiss stays soft and innocent. But then, after a while, his tongue grazes my lips, asking for access. When I finally give in, he shoves his tongue into my mouth and teases mine, so slowly that I almost moan.

We keep kissing slowly like that, and my mind is on alert. I already feel a tingling sensation down there at my sensitive spot, and when I do, it's usually worse on his part. I'm well aware that things will continue further if we don't put a stop now.

His lips now trail on my chin and down to my neck. There, he sucks on my skin, earning a small gasp from me as his hands start to unbutton my blouse. He sucks more on some spots below my neck and shoulder, and I'm shaking. When I finally realize that he has just left a few hickeys on my skin, I'm already braless.

Vaughn moves down, and now his face is at the same level with my breasts. When I feel my nipple wrapped in his warm mouth, I moan, grabbing his hair. He teases it with his tongue and open-mouthed kisses it, pleasuring me even more. God, it has been so long since he touches me like this, and it feels so damn good.

"Melanie," he rasps. "I need--"

"No, you're hurt," I complain, still whimpering from his touches. I don't want to hurt him.

"But I need you," he whispers, his voice sounding so desperate. He pulls away, towering me as he stares into my eyes. I'm drowning again in his beautiful amber. "I need to feel you, Melanie."

And I can't do anything but gaze at the only man that I've allowed to taste me and feel me. Slowly, he finishes unbuttoning my blouse and takes it off before pulling down my legging and panties. Now, I'm completely naked -- the only thing I wear is the pearl necklace around my neck.

"Fuck," he curses. "You're beautiful as always." His words make my heart thump harder.

He takes off his clothes too, and I see the scars from the gunshot wounds on his shoulders and chests, the evidence that he took the bullets for me, the evidence of his love for me. This sight cause tears to brim my eyes.

While he locks his eyes with mine, his hand reaches for my slit. Slowly, he teases my slick opening with his forefinger before suddenly thrusting it inside, making me jerk upward. He pulls his finger out and pushes it back in, over and over again, fingerfucking me at a slow pace without breaking our eye contact.

"Damn," he whispers in gritted teeth. "You're so warm and tight. I can't wait to feel you again."

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to form words. "V-Vaughn," I whimper. "You don't have--" I gasp as he enters his finger again deeply. "C-condom."

To my surprise, a small smile touches his lips. "Baby, it's inside the drawer next to you," he says. "Can you grab it for me?"

Now, I'm speechless. Has he prepared this? When? How? Honestly, I don't even want to know.

But I comply, anyway. While he keeps fucking me with his finger, I reach for the drawer. I pull it open, take out the small packet in it, and hand it to him with difficulty. He finally pulls out his finger from my tightness, and a small chuckle leaves his lips. Then he bends down to me and kisses my lips softly, but I can still feel his passion. When he pulls away, he playfully whispers, "Thank you, Melanie." And that makes me blush.

I watch as he puts the condom on and positions himself against my opening. To my surprise, he lifts my thighs, holding them with both hands, making me yelp. I feel so exposed in this position, but I know that he does this so that he can fill me deeper.

I swallow, and he thrusts into me. A small scream escapes from my mouth. His cock is so hard inside me, making me feel full. He begins to move slowly, and I'm losing my mind. I can't hold onto his shoulder or back for support like I usually did, because I'm afraid to hurt him. So I just grip the bed sheets on my sides.

His pace is slow but deep. His face hardens, and sweat begins to trickle on his forehead. He's wounded, and I don't want him to force himself. But I can see that he's completely in control of his actions. He knows his limit.

My heart thuds louder as I try to bite my moans. We're in a hospital, and I don't want anybody to hear my sounds while I'm being fucked by him.

Vaughn keeps thrusting into me, pushing my thighs up even more to deepen the thrust, and I'm trashing under him. If he keeps doing it like this, I won't be able to hold my orgasm for a long time. I can feel it close, my grip on the sheets tightening.

I know that he's close too, because his thrusts now become jerkier. Then with a final deep thrust, he finally empties inside me. I feel like exploding as my orgasm takes over, my legs shaking as he widely spreads them apart.

We both pant heavily. Vaughn leans forward and kisses my lips while we're still trying to recover from our high. "Melanie," he rasps. "I love you," he confesses again. "God, I love you so much."

I swallow a lump in my throat because I know what will happen to us. My lips tremble as I say the words back, "I love you too."

"I'm such a lucky bastard." And with that said, he gives me a deep and hard kiss, making my eyes snap shut.

I wish I could stay like this forever. I wish we could be together forever, in this world where he loves me and I love him back with all my heart. Because it's all that matters. That we love each other.

At this moment, that's all I want to think about. While I'm here. In his arms.

While I'm still here.

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