Surrendered(81)

“Oh god, stop, you slut.” Molly rolls her eyes as she digs into her handbag and pulls out a bag of Haribo. “Don’t say I never give you anything.” She throws the bag at me.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I smile at her.

“Your love is so conditional.” She huffs.

“I’m all for bribery.”

“Take note.” Molly says to Theo.

He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “I don’t need bribery.” He points to his crotch. “I have this.” Hugo laughs and claps him on the back, because yes, he did just reach legendary levels of dickheadedness, and Hugo appreciates these things. Theo winks at me with a grin on his face.

“Animals.” Molly and I both say at the same time.

“Dude, she’s not denying it.” Hugo grins. “She only wants you for your body. She doesn’t love you like I do.” Oh god, he’s on one today.

Molly snorts. “Hugo, I hate to break it to you, but the pair of you are arseholes. Women only ever want you for your bodies.”

“Yeah you do sweetness.” Hugo wiggles his eyebrows. I lift an eyebrow at Molly. Last I heard, these two weren’t talking, and now they’re turning up here together, and they’re all flirty…

Theo meets my eyes and shrugs. He’s just as perplexed with his STD infestation of a friend as I am. He comes to sit on the bed next to me whilst Molly and Hugo bicker. I pop a Haribo in my mouth and watch them go back and forth.

“Is this some kind of hard-to-get chick shit?” Theo whispers in my ear.

“Not sure. It’s some shit though.” I turn my face towards his and press a Haribo against his lips. He opens his mouth and touches my finger with his tongue as he takes the little fried egg. My pulse jumps a little. Someone might need to write a memo to my vagina that she’s the only functioning part of my body right now.

“You trying to make me fat, sugar?” He smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing.

“No. It’s like Hugo said, I only want you for your body.”

He flashes me that sexy as sin smile. “Mmmhmm.” He leans in and kisses me gently. My breath hitches and pain lances across my chest. My breath hisses between my teeth. I throw my head against the pillow as breathing suddenly feels like some kind of torture.

“Lilly? Shit, are you okay?” I grasp at my sides trying to stop the pain. I hold up my finger signalling him to give me a minute. The pain slowly subsides to an ache rather than a burning fire. “Sorry, sugar.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine.” I meet his worried eyes and brush my fingers over his beard.

“Shit, dude, you almost kissed her into a cardiac arrest or some shit.” Hugo says.

Theo sighs in relief. He looks tired, really tired.

“Hugo do me a favour.” I ask. He nods. “Take Theo home and make him wash and shave, maybe even sleep?” I raise an eyebrow at Theo, daring him to argue with me.

“What? You don’t like the beard?” He feigns offense.

“You look homeless.”

He smiles. “I love you too babe.”

“Oh, I think I’m going to wretch.” Hugo whines.

“I don’t want to leave you, sugar.” Theo says, completely ignoring his friend.

“Go, Molly will stay.” I glance at Molly and she shrugs and nods. He still looks hesitant. “Go! I’m not kissing you again until you shave.” He scowls at me and then turns and leaves the room, with Hugo hot on his tail.

“You two are so cute, it’s disgusting. I seriously thought he was going to lose it when you were in that coma.” She smiles softly.

“Yeah, well that’s no excuse not to wash.” I grumble. I do think it’s cute that he stayed this whole time. Honestly, I wouldn’t expect anything less. I finally accept that the way he loves me is irrational and intense, but so damn good. He would never leave if there was any doubt that I was okay.

“True.” She nods. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks.”

There’s a knock at the door and a seriously hot guy steps into the room. Hell, for him, I’d welcome the fucking circus. “Miss Parker, I’m Dr. Ryker. I’m your orthopaedic surgeon.” He flashes me a perfect smile that rivals Theo’s. He has this dark chestnut hair, just a touch too long, falling over his forehead. His eyes are hazel, but leaning toward gold. He has on a pale blue shirt and beige chino’s. What is it with surgeons? They’re hot, even when they are not actually hot…and this one would be hot if he were a bin man. It takes me a minute to realise that I haven’t said anything, and I’m kind of just staring at him. Hey, I can blame it on the head injury.