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totally bad ass.” He leaned in a little, like a guy about to kiss a girl.
“Really? Because I was half out of my mind. I don’t know if I did anything right and then, when you died, I was convinced I did everything wrong and then I…” His lips were too close to continue talking, so Milla just concentrated on breathing.
His voice was just a whisper. “Yeah, really.” He looked from her lips to her eyes and back.
Milla tried to see her own lips and then gave up. He was so close, and sort of hovering there.
He whispered, “I wrote songs about your kiss. I wrote, like, ten songs just about that.” His breath was hot, and his lips curved a bit. Milla gave up respecting his distance and leaned forward with her eyes open and her lips puckered. She kissed him just long enough that he could register she’d done it before pulling away and touching her own lips. He never opened his half-closed eyes, quickly moving her hand out of the way and finishing the kiss she started. Soon she was moaning. When they finally stopped kissing, they sat close, his forehead touching hers.
“I could really use you in my life.” He looked at her, their eyes blurring with the closeness.
“You come with a lot of baggage.” It was out before she could stop it, words that caused him to look like he was slapped.
“You’re right about that.” He stood to leave and held his hand out for his wig. He still looked hurt.
“No, let me finish.” Milla shook her head and reached under her to get a good grip on the wig.
He braced his arms on either side of her. “Give it to me. I’m out.”
Milla proceeded without his consent. “You have a lot of baggage, and I’m not afraid of that. But before this gets started, you have to know I don’t do shit half-assed. And you’re under attack, like, all the time. You heard me in that room—I’m not going to say the right thing all the time. I just don’t want to hurt you with my own stupidity.”
He’d started reaching under her to get the wig, and she had had to fight him to deliver her impromptu speech. Now he stilled.
“I think you say the right thing.” They were close again, and he looked at her like she was someone to be cherished.
“What now?” Milla wanted more kissing.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, her nose, her chin, and then her mouth. “I come back from the dead, and we go on a real date.”
“How will I know you’ll see me again?” Milla wanted to be playful, but it was a real concern.
“I’ve got a great idea.” He reached down and came back holding a very real-looking manly toe with a bit of hair on it. “May I?” He pointed to her foot.
She nodded. Gage gently removed her sock and replaced her delicate prosthetic toe with his own. He took her girly hammertoe and tucked in into his boot. “Now we have to see each other again to get our right toes back.” He winked at her.
“I love that idea. All of it.” Milla wrinkled her nose and refused to give him back the wig when he motioned for it. His grateful smile turned playful, and he tickled her. Her laugher and the commotion caught the attention of the night duty nurse. Milla slapped the wig on Gage’s head as the lights flipped on.
“Everything all right?” The nurse looked surly. Gage looked at his feet and mumbled in a high-pitched voice, “Fine. Just getting her stats.”
The nurse shook her head. “And what were they?”
Milla covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. Gage did his best, but didn’t look up. “Her BP is four hundred over twenty.”
The nurse did not laugh. “So being that she’s dead, you better call the morgue.” She addressed Milla. “Listen, young lady, if you’re well enough to sneak a man in here, you’re well enough to go home.”
Gage bolted from the room while the nurse ignored him. She then proceeded to check Milla.
“So that’s a nice surprise. He’s not dead after all. He’s horrible at disguises.” She felt for Milla’s pulse.
“Yeah,
“Really? Because I was half out of my mind. I don’t know if I did anything right and then, when you died, I was convinced I did everything wrong and then I…” His lips were too close to continue talking, so Milla just concentrated on breathing.
His voice was just a whisper. “Yeah, really.” He looked from her lips to her eyes and back.
Milla tried to see her own lips and then gave up. He was so close, and sort of hovering there.
He whispered, “I wrote songs about your kiss. I wrote, like, ten songs just about that.” His breath was hot, and his lips curved a bit. Milla gave up respecting his distance and leaned forward with her eyes open and her lips puckered. She kissed him just long enough that he could register she’d done it before pulling away and touching her own lips. He never opened his half-closed eyes, quickly moving her hand out of the way and finishing the kiss she started. Soon she was moaning. When they finally stopped kissing, they sat close, his forehead touching hers.
“I could really use you in my life.” He looked at her, their eyes blurring with the closeness.
“You come with a lot of baggage.” It was out before she could stop it, words that caused him to look like he was slapped.
“You’re right about that.” He stood to leave and held his hand out for his wig. He still looked hurt.
“No, let me finish.” Milla shook her head and reached under her to get a good grip on the wig.
He braced his arms on either side of her. “Give it to me. I’m out.”
Milla proceeded without his consent. “You have a lot of baggage, and I’m not afraid of that. But before this gets started, you have to know I don’t do shit half-assed. And you’re under attack, like, all the time. You heard me in that room—I’m not going to say the right thing all the time. I just don’t want to hurt you with my own stupidity.”
He’d started reaching under her to get the wig, and she had had to fight him to deliver her impromptu speech. Now he stilled.
“I think you say the right thing.” They were close again, and he looked at her like she was someone to be cherished.
“What now?” Milla wanted more kissing.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, her nose, her chin, and then her mouth. “I come back from the dead, and we go on a real date.”
“How will I know you’ll see me again?” Milla wanted to be playful, but it was a real concern.
“I’ve got a great idea.” He reached down and came back holding a very real-looking manly toe with a bit of hair on it. “May I?” He pointed to her foot.
She nodded. Gage gently removed her sock and replaced her delicate prosthetic toe with his own. He took her girly hammertoe and tucked in into his boot. “Now we have to see each other again to get our right toes back.” He winked at her.
“I love that idea. All of it.” Milla wrinkled her nose and refused to give him back the wig when he motioned for it. His grateful smile turned playful, and he tickled her. Her laugher and the commotion caught the attention of the night duty nurse. Milla slapped the wig on Gage’s head as the lights flipped on.
“Everything all right?” The nurse looked surly. Gage looked at his feet and mumbled in a high-pitched voice, “Fine. Just getting her stats.”
The nurse shook her head. “And what were they?”
Milla covered her mouth and tried not to laugh. Gage did his best, but didn’t look up. “Her BP is four hundred over twenty.”
The nurse did not laugh. “So being that she’s dead, you better call the morgue.” She addressed Milla. “Listen, young lady, if you’re well enough to sneak a man in here, you’re well enough to go home.”
Gage bolted from the room while the nurse ignored him. She then proceeded to check Milla.
“So that’s a nice surprise. He’s not dead after all. He’s horrible at disguises.” She felt for Milla’s pulse.
“Yeah,
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