Criminal Love

65. My Medicine

Dylan spent 5 days in the hospital being treated for pneumonia and he was released 4 days ago to continue the antibiotics at home.

A nurse -a male nurse, because Yue refused all the women nurses she was offered- has been coming every day to administer the treatment through an IV line. Dylan has also been receiving painkillers that have made him so groggy that he has not been able to leave the bed without help. That's why Yue and the nurse have been helping him whenever he needs to go to the bathroom.

Dylan received the last doses of the medicines less than 24 hours ago, and the effects are starting to wear off. In fact, it's 3 am and he wakes up, flapping his eyes open as if it were noon.

He is lying on his back and his eyes stare at the shadows dancing on the ceiling for a few blinks, trying to adapt to the dark environment, but when he hears Yue's soft snores, he is automatically drawn to her like a magnet. He shifts his body to lie on his side and realizes that he does not feel pain anymore, that means his rib must have healed, what a relief! He had the most terrifying thoughts after the injury.

Dylan observes Yue intently in the faint moonlight that comes from the window. She is lying on her back, and she is beautiful with her soft hair tousled, her pulpy lips pressed, her chest going up and down, up and down. It would be soothing if it weren't so arousing. Gosh, he has missed her. It's been almost a month since he last painted her - an eternity!

Asleep, Yue switches her body to rest on her left side, facing Dylan, with both her hands under her pillow. She is covered up to the waist with the sheets, and she's wearing a white nightshirt with buttons. She never sleeps with a bra because it makes her uncomfortable, so Dylan's mind is already traveling a hundred miles an hour, picturing, or remembering, what hides underneath the fleecy cotton she's wearing.

However, when he's about to make a move, a waft of his own body odor hits him, reminding him that he hasn't had a proper shower in a while, only sponge baths.

Omigod! I smell like a monkey at a zoo!

That will not do. Yue is a saint for tolerating such stench for the past few days.

Dylan gets up quickly and makes a beeline to the bathroom. He closes the door and hops under the water to wash away the remnants of hospital and jail off of him.

The warm shower reinvigorates him. He feels like a million bucks as he combs his black locks in front of the misted mirror with nothing but a towel around his hips. He's still hot and he knows it! The tiny scars here and there from the prison fights make him look even more masculine and interesting now. I'm irresistible! He sneers.

Smelling like soap and deodorant, he finds his way back to the bedroom, unties the towel covering his tushy and lets it drop to the floor as he joins Yue in the warmth of their bed.

He rests on his side again, props his head on his right hand and moves some strands of girly hair away from Yue's face.

Although Dylan recognizes it is the middle of the night, he cannot wait anymore. He has been away from Yue long enough. Besides, they have to make up for lost time, which means he has no intentions of letting Yue out of that penthouse for several days.

The first thing he does is scoot closer, move her right arm out of the way and lay it on her hip. He leans down and rains soft kisses on her balmy cheek, her cute nose, her forehead, her jawline and finally her lips, which makes Yue catch a breath, and Dylan smirks.

Her mouth remains slightly ajar, and he takes advantage of that to nibble her lower lip, a sensitive spot for her, and later her upper lip.

Yue's breathing becomes shallow, but she continues to sleep, something that Dylan needs to rectify promptly.