My convalescence was wearing on me. It had been a week and I was finally able to eat solid food and walk short distances. The nurses had been visiting me in my room to give me antidote infusions twice a day and the guys were being frustratingly gentle with me.
“I’m not that fragile, you know,” I grumbled to Alec.
We were alone in my new room; the nurse had just left for the morning, and I was capitalizing on the alone time to make out with him.
He chuckled, pausing in his pattern of planting kisses on my neck while I panted in his arms. “Is that so?” he asked, “So if I pleasured you right now in this bed it wouldn’t cause you pain?” he asked.
I paused, “I think we should at least try it out,” I argued.
He rolled his eyes at me, “We’ve been over this, I would love nothing more than
