The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 22

"To be on the safe side, no strenuous activity of any kind," the doctor told me. "Nothing like running. Crying for any reason probably wouldn't be any good for it either, considering that's what opened it back up the other day."

It was a few days later now, and as it turns out, the stab wound in my stomach went much deeper and is more sensitive than the doctors originally thought. It took me accidentally reopening it for them to see that. I had to get a few more stitches, and there was a wrap over it now.

"Don't let her push herself, or she's going to end up right back in here," the doctor continued, turning to Jason. "Since we don't know exactly how sensitive it is, she shouldn't really do much of anything. If it's very sensitive, then the slightest movement could reopen it."

Jason nodded. "I won't let her do anything. How long should I do this?"

"A few weeks at least. Just until we know it's fully healed."

I frowned. A few weeks of doing nothing? I was going to be bored out of my mind!

"Okay, and what kinds of activities shouldn't she do?"

"She shouldn't do anything that uses a lot of muscle strength. For example, working out, lifting heavy objects, or any form of sexual activity."

I frowned as my cheeks turned an unflattering shade of red. Jason's eyes flickered to me, and he snickered when he saw how uncomfortable I was.

"Will do, doctor," he told her.

With one last nod, she exited the room, leaving Jason and me alone again.

"Hear that? We can't do anything sexual," he said, a mock pout on his face.

Blushing once again, I playfully slapped his shoulder. "Stop that."

"Why does that make you so uncomfortable?"

I shrugged and pretended to make myself busy packing all the stuff we had in the hospital room up. It didn't last very long because there wasn't that much to grab.

When I turned to Jason again, he had an actual look of confusion on his face.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked bluntly.

Turning an even deeper shade of red, I scowled. "That's not any of your business."

"Holy shit, you are!"

Turning away, I scooped up the single duffel bag of stuff that the two of us had here.

"Does it matter?" I muttered.

"It's just surprising," Jason said.

"Why is that surprising?" I growled, turning around to face him. I don't think he realized how offensive that was. I am not a slut.

His eyes grew wide as he understood. "No no no, that's not what I meant! What I mean is that you're drop dead beautiful, and it's just hard to imagine that guys haven't thrown themselves at you. I mean, it doesn't make me happy to think about that, but I thought-"

"No, Jason," I cut him off. "I don't have guys throwing themselves at me, and yes I am a virgin. I was waiting for that . . . special guy."

Jason got a sly smile on his face. "Am I special?" he asked in somewhat of a baby tone.

Letting out a small laugh, I rolled my eyes. "Maybe."

Smiling bigger, Jason walked over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, careful to avoid my wound, he kissed the tip of my nose.