I woke up and saw a bright white light.

Maybe I’d died and gone to heaven.

But I remembered how I hadn’t exactly been a gleaming example of a well-behaved man who would end up in St. Peter’s good graces.

It was more likely that I was back in solitary confinement where they left the lights on for 24 hours to fuck with me. My own personal hell.

The bright light disappeared, and I sensed her.  I smelled her. She was there. 

I opened my eyes. And saw Eva sitting next to me. Her eyes were tired, her clothes were dirty except for the sweater she had on, and her brown eyes had never looked sexier.

"Oh my God Corbin, you're alive!" she gasped.

"Hey," I mustered, and when I said the words my chest hurt like hell. "Where am I?"

She took my hand in hers. "We’re at Scripps Mercy. Back in San Diego."

"How did we get to San D...oh my God that hurts." My entire chest cavity ached like a freight train had run over it.

"You were shot. Four times. Do you remember? They almost didn’t let me in to see you."

“Jesus.” I looked down at my chest and saw a white bandage covering me. I groaned. I remembered the first shot, but I wasn’t sure how many I took after that.

We sat in silence, words unnecessary for a moment. Eva smiled softly and ran her fingers along the ridges of my palms. I'd never been comfortable with that kind of tender touching—recoiled at it even—but with Eva, it made my heart tingle.

“Did we catch Marco?”

“We did. We took him out. Thanks to you. You almost sacrificed your life for mine,” she whispered, her hand still gently touching mine.

A doctor walked in, ending our moment. 

"Corbin, I’m Doctor Peterson. You are one lucky man," the doctor said, putting up some X-rays against a board. I tried to turn my head, but moving was hard, so I decided to just close my eyes and enjoy Eva’s touch.

"Well, either lucky or tough,” the doctor went on. “You were shot four times. but the shots missed all of your vital organs. Give it a few more weeks and you—well, I was going to say you’ll be good as new, but that’s just not true. You'll have a few scars. But you'll live."

"By the way, who are you? Are you his wife?" the doctor said, turning to Eva. “Are you okay to be here?”

"It’s okay," I murmured, opening my eyes and taking Eva’s hand. "She’s my mistress."

The doctor looked up from his clipboard with a funny expression. Eva saw where I was going and played along instantly, running her hand up and down my leg.

"Yeah, he needs a little...special medicinal technique that I know," she said, rubbing my leg.

I smiled and that's all I could do, because it hurt to laugh. 

The doctor shrugged. "Well, uh, I guess you can be here even though you're not family if the patient is okay with it. Just as long as this medicinal technique isn’t unauthorized." He nodded and glanced at his clipboard again.  "I'll check back up on you tomorrow. Have a good night you two."

Just like that we were alone again.

I smiled. We were alone again, and I wasn’t dead and in hell. On the contrary, I was in heaven with Eva rubbing her hand on my leg, gradually creeping it further up. She had easy access to my bare thigh since all I was wearing was a gown and some briefs.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "I think you’re getting close to my danger zone.”

“Danger zone?” she smiled. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

"Eva…we’re not playing anymore,” I said.

"I’m not playing. I’m taking care of business. I need to see if something still works."

She slid her hand up my thigh and took me in her hand.

"Alexa...I mean Eva...sorry...fuck."

She looked up at me with the same beautiful brown eyes that had drawn me in that first night at the club.

“What did I do to deserve this?” I said.

"Corbin. I want to be yours. I want to be your Eva. Your Alexa. And everything in between."

"So you're saying you want to have really dirty sex and also be my trophy wife who cooks and cleans?"

"Shut up you silly boy," she smiled.  

“Gotta keep the jokes up in a long term relationship, right?”

"I love you, Corbin," she said.

"I love you, too." 

She worked her way down with her mouth and I decided this is the best medicine a man could have.

And no, I wasn’t thinking about the work she was doing between my legs.

I was thinking about love.

Who has the dirty mind now?