Let's go get lost on a long back road
Where the river turns to streams and the time moves slow
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For the friend who gave me family, this one's for you.
I'll always love you.
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"Can you do anything more?"
"We tried our best, sir. There was nothing else we could do. You can go in one by one."
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HARPER
I shiver as the steam dries off of my bare body. Running my hand through my wet hair, I wipe the other across the thick film of mist coated over the mirror.
Haircut needed. Stat.
The ruffling of sheets from the bedroom drags my attention from a deliberately forgotten memory, back to the more than great room especially with the kind of rent the cute, dainty owner was charging for it.
Viktor, with a k as he had pointedly mentioned in the first minute I had known him, is staring at me with sleepy eyes, head propped up on his arm, his bicep pulling taut, the dragon tattooed on it looking ready to take flight.
Just like that, all thoughts of irritating doctors and even more infuriating hospitals flow right out the side of my head. His eyes roam over my towel clad body and I roll mine as he lets out a lazy, appreciative smile.
"Hey," he croaks out, unmoving.
Swoon. Damn the huskiness of sleepy, after sex voice.
"Welcome back to the world," I say, rummaging through the pile of hastily bought clothes half of which I would never wear back home. They were practically one shade away from being bioluminescent.
Viktor's eyes are on the edge of the towel when I turn around. I don't mind it that much, or at all really, he had seen a whole lot more just minutes earlier, but turn around to slip on underwear.
"You going somewhere?" Viktor asks, sounding more awake by the second.
"You sound disappointed."
Vanity isn't one of my stronger suits but getting complimented on your...skills, wasn't all that bad. His deep laugh reverberates across the room as he mumbles something incomprehensible along the lines of Christ, this woman.
"To answer your question, we both are going somewhere," I slip a dress over my head and rotate back to face him. He grins, pushing up against the creaky headboard, and I quickly shake my head. "Separately."
He frowns dramatically and sits up completely, the duvet slipping down to his waist. My gaze impulsively falls down the hard ridges of his chest, all the way to his abs and the peeping V line. Who knew surfing was such a great workout.
"I was hoping for round..." Viktor trails off, thinking of, no doubt, the exceptional time we had just had. Times. Trying to piece together a semi accurate timeline of the events.
"Three?" Viktor finishes unsurely and I nod.
High achiever, this one. Not that I'm complaining.
His grin almost convinces me to climb back into the bed and pick up where we had left off. With determination I did not know I possessed, I shake my head and throw him his pants.
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