(ARLO)
Miles lays me on his bed carefully. I watch him as he begins to strip out of his clothes and my heart races. My eyes run up and down his perfectly sculpted torso. "I'm just from surgery, Miles, we can't have sex."
He sighs. "Well, we can do plenty of other stuff."
"I'm still mad at you." I frown. "I'm not doing anything with you until you explain yourself. First of all, why did you send Paul to come get me from the hospital? You should have come yourself."
"But you got here, right?" He shrugs. "So what is the problem?"
"Well, it is a big deal to me. I know something changed from the time we went to the hospital to the time you grabbed my cousin."
He bites his jaw but remains silent.
"Talk to me, Miles? What is the problem? What changed after the accident?"
