My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

Jay literally pressed me into himself, sharing his warmth and strength, wrapping me in it like a protective cocoon. It felt so good and peaceful that I would have happily drifted back to sleep if the desire to kiss him hadn’t overcome the drowsiness brought on by the medications now flowing almost continuously through my blood. “My beloved doctor… you’re here…” I whispered with a sleepy smile, without opening my eyes, and felt a tender kiss on my temple. “Of course I’m here, sunshine. Of course I’m here… always with you…” he whispered back, pulling me even tighter against him, though we were already practically one being. I involuntarily giggled at the thought and felt his warm breath on my lips as he leaned down and softly whispered into them: “So... you are awake…” I quietly snorted, burying my face in his collarbones, and grumbled: “How can anyone sleep when there’s such a hot man in bed with me?.. That’s… a crime… a real one…” Jay chuckled, clearly flattered by my words, but then grew serious again. He ran a hot palm down my back, making me shiver with a pleasant wave of warmth and goosebumps that followed his hand all the way to my waist. He gently touched my forehead with velvet lips and whispered quietly: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” I sighed, settling more comfortably in his arms and pressing myself against his warm chest. “Stop apologizing already, silly… I’m tired of sleeping. And I missed you terribly… You were gone for so long… Where were you, Jay? Did you get tired of sleeping on this uncomfortable bed every night? What happened to ‘in sickness and in health, until death do us part’? Or did your old-man osteochondrosis defeat our wedding vows? You don’t love me anymore?” I demanded an answer in the tone of a capricious little girl, though my lips were already trembling in a failed attempt to hide my smile. Jay clicked his tongue disapprovingly and authoritatively pulled me under his wing, making me squeak quietly when his pectoral muscles suddenly cut off my oxygen. I pushed against his shoulders with my palms, still protesting and demanding he let me breathe. He laughed softly and loosened his grip a little — though not enough for me to fully escape feeling the full force of his love — then pressed his lips to the top of my head and breathed out: “Silly girl. What are you even saying?.. I love you so much I can’t breathe when you’re near me… You have no idea what I feel…” Hearing this, I froze, growing still and calm in his familiar, strong embrace as I hugged him back. My heart also skipped a beat from the sincerity of his quiet words, then began beating with double strength, announcing it to the entire ward with the insistent beeping of the heart monitor. Well… now Jay could have no doubt about the strength of my feelings in return. He had told me he loved me so many times already, and his confessions always made my heart skip beats and freeze with tenderness for him. But I… still hadn’t found the strength to say it back. I don’t know why I couldn’t do it. Probably because I was terrified that if I admitted how much I loved him, and then in a month or a week… I was no longer here, it would hurt him even more. And right now was the perfect moment to whisper those three words to my beloved, but I… chickened out again. Instead, I hid my face against his chest and whispered barely audibly: “Tell me, please…” He sighed, carefully lifting my chin. Squeezing it gently with warm fingers, he breathed hoarsely against my lips: “I’d rather show you…” I almost felt the touch of his soft lips on mine, but… to my disappointment, he began covering my cheeks, temples, forehead, and chin with slow, trembling kisses… deliberately and stubbornly avoiding my lips. Utterly shameless. Yes, that was still him. Had he decided to punish and tease me this way? The scoundrel! But soon the bliss pushed out all my indignation and desire to protest. I obediently relaxed in his arms, closing my eyes and allowing his velvet lips to slowly glide over my skin, warming it with kisses and quiet breath. Finally, after a few minutes, apparently deciding he had tormented me enough, the esteemed doctor sighed softly, cupped my face in his large warm palms, and froze with his lips just a millimeter from mine… but still didn’t touch them. Teasing again. “Why won’t you kiss me?..” I whispered barely audibly. A sweet shiver slid down my body and settled as warm heaviness in my lower belly. My lips literally burned with anticipation of his. Jay always affected me this way, no matter where we were. Even a hospital ward was no exception. But his habit of being an insolent brunette who loved to tease and drive me crazy hadn’t gone anywhere either. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he purred hoarsely, caressing my parted lips with his warm breath. Here we go… “And you apparently want me to beg for it? How low of you, Doctor Mcfell,” I smiled, closing my eyes and looking at him through my lashes. In response, he only provocatively raised a dark eyebrow, biting his shameless lips in the most tempting way and throwing down another challenge I couldn’t refuse. “Haven’t I already told you you’re shameless?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my beloved troublemaker’s neck. He answered with a cocky boyish smile that lifted the corners of those desired lips. “Yes, darling. Many times.” “And I’ll probably say it… a few million more times,” I grumbled, frowning and biting my lips, which were literally aching to feel the pressure of another pair — so close and yet so unattainable, because their owner had decided to drive me completely insane. Well… two can play at this game, darling. So I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my fingers in the silky strands at the back of his head, squeezed them and tugged lightly (knowing how much he loved that), pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear: “But if you insist so much… I can voice the entire list of what I want you to do to me.” I felt his muscles tense under my palms as I slowly slid them down his broad back, covered by a black turtleneck that did nothing to hide all those impressive contours I had already explored with my lips in his bedroom. Jay exhaled raggedly, possessively pulling me even closer and literally crushing me against himself, making me gasp from the heat radiating from him that I could feel even through our clothes. With a wicked, openly seductive smile that completely contradicted his words, he whispered: “Shh, shh, kitten, we’re in a hospital…” But judging by the tone of his voice, which had become even lower and rougher, he couldn’t care less about that fact. Just like me — because, as they say, you become like the company you keep… “And?” I raised an eyebrow, pulling back slightly from him and looking into his darkened eyes with a mischievous smile. “I don’t recall that ever stopping you before.” Jay’s answering smile became openly predatory. He lowered his thick lashes over his mesmerizing eyes and purred hoarsely: “I see my corrupting influence on you hasn’t been in vain, Mrs. Mcfell…” The way he said “Mrs. Mcfell” so intimately made everything inside me clench sweetly, and the monitor’s beeping grew even louder. Damn it. At this rate, the entire floor would soon know exactly what kind of feelings I had for my attending physician. And they were far from platonic. Taking a deep breath to calm the beeping in the room at least a little and wipe that outrageously satisfied smirk off the lips in front of me, I nevertheless didn’t argue with him. Smiling, I admitted: “You’re right, darling… you’ve spoiled me beyond all measure…” Even if Jay was surprised that I didn’t argue with him as usual, he didn’t show it. He only hugged me tighter, pulling me closer again, as if the few centimeters between us felt like a huge chasm to him. “And what am I supposed to do with you, hmm, my insatiable tigress?” he whispered, hiding a smile in the corners of his impossibly soft lips while looking at me with a tender, adoring gaze from under his lashes. Realizing the games were thankfully over, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered with a smile: “Kiss me. Right now. Or else you’ll regret it, got it?” And my husband finally obeyed, purring hoarsely: “As my lady wishes…” And the rest of the world beyond his embrace ceased to exist.