Page 84 of Heal For Me

He’s inside me. When did that happen? I can feel the heaviness, but I don’t remember him slipping it in.

“Ash, get your fingers out of me. Do you want me to throw up on you? Because I could.”

“It’s not my fingers.”

Huh? I force my eyes open and cringe against the light to see both of his hands in the air.

“I think we fell asleep having sex . . . and my dick is still inside you.”

“Did we at least finish.”

“I do not know.”

What the fuck. “Is it stuck?”

“No. I don’t think so.” A pause. “I do not know.”

What if his dick is stuck? We will have to call an ambulance, or whatever they call them here, and everyone would know that his dick is stuck inside of me.

What if when they pull it out, my insides fall out?

What if they can’t pull it out and they have to cut it off? Then my husband will be dickless. I love him for more than his dick . . . but his dick is really nice. That would be a huge bummer to lose.

“I’ll love you even if you lose your dick.”

“Do not even talk about that.”

“If it’s stuck—”

“It’s not stuck.” His hands drop to my ass, and he pushes. Not hard, but when he does, I fall to my stomach and the heaviness, that I now know what his dick. Slips out. No insides fall out and he’s not screaming, so I’m guessing it’s still attached.

Unless he died. My head is like a cement block, but if he’s dead, I need to know, so I force it that way and open one eye.

Ash is easily the hottest person I’ve ever seen in real life. I’ve never seen a single bad angle from him. Until right now.

His eyes aren’t closed, or open, kind of in the middle, and his mouth is wide open. If his chest wasn’t moving, I would assume he was dead, that’s how bad he looks.

“It’s nice to see you look like ass for once.”

His mouth snaps shut and he scowls at nothing because he’s still not looking at me—or anything. “Remember how nicely I asked you to be quiet?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? Shut up.”

My stomach shakes with a giggle, but I quickly stop because that hurts too. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Everyone says the same but then the opportunity comes up to drink and you do and then you promise you’ll never drink again. It’s a cycle that everyone must go through until death.”

Fantastic.

I’m drifting back to sleep when the worst sound I’ve ever heard blares through the room. Groaning, I shove my knee into Ash’s side until he grunts awake.

“Damn woman, what?”

“That noise.” I nearly cry. “Make it stop.”

“What noise?”

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