Page 82 of Champagne Nights

“Come with me, baby,” I panted.

Her legs tightened themselves around my waist as I felt her orgasm, making my cock explode inside her. I leaned down and passionately kissed her before collapsing down to regain mybreath and calm my racing heart. Rolling off and onto my side, I ran my hand through her hair.

“Whew. Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m great.” She smiled as we scooted off the bed and climbed under the sheets.

I pulled her tightly into me and kissed the top of her head. I was exhausted but not too exhausted to talk to her. We lay there in silence for a moment, me softly stroking her arm and her lightly running her hand across my chest as her head lay against it.

“Do you ever wish you could see again?” I asked.

“Sometimes. Why do you ask?”

“I just wondered if you ever thought about it. I mean. Isn’t it something all visually impaired people think about?”

“I’m sure they do. It would be nice to see the ocean, the blue sky again, and what snow looks like.”

“Believe me, that shit is best unseen.” I chuckled.

She giggled and then said something that really hit my heart hard.

“Sometimes when I know I’m facing a mirror, like when I dry my hair or put on my makeup, I’ll just stand there, and even though everything in my world is black, I wish I could see what I look like now that I’m an adult.”

“You’re beautiful, Aubrey. In fact, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Ethan, I do believe you may be a little biased since I’m your girlfriend.”

“No, sweetheart. I thought that when I first saw you in the art gallery. I was mesmerized when I turned around and saw you standing there.”

Her lips pressed firmly against my chest.

“Thank you.”

I tightened my grip around her. Now that I got that question out of the way, I could relax a little. I had no doubt that if Dr. Marchetti could help her, she’d jump at the chance to let him.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ethan

A few days had passed, and I was a little concerned that I hadn’t heard from Dr. Marchetti. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of Aubrey getting her sight back. As I was on my way back from an important meeting, my phone rang. Pulling it from my pocket, I noticed it was Dr. Marchetti. I took in a deep breath before answering his call.

“Ethan Klein.”

“Ethan, it’s Dr. Marchetti over at Massachusetts General. How are you?”

“I’m good, Dr. Marchetti.”

“Listen, have you talked to Aubrey about signing over her medical records? I believe there may be something I can do to help her regain her sight. I’ve done some research, and if what happened to her is what I think happened, I am certain I can help her.”

I swallowed hard because I couldn’t believe it.

“That’s wonderful news. I haven’t talked to her about it yet, but I will tonight.”

“If she agrees, let me know as soon as possible. I will be in New York on Thursday hosting a seminar over at New York Presbyterian University Hospital and could meet with the two of you after.”

“That would be great. I’m sure she will agree to it. Just let me know what time.”

“The seminar runs until three o’clock. So how about three thirty?”

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