Thankfully, this hospital is a lot bigger than the one on the island.

After a long night of emergency surgeries and a brief knock on death’s door, Pete appears to have stabilized. He’s exhausted, of course, passed out in the hospital bed next to me, as I sit and stare out from the third story window at the faint lights of the city beyond. It’s a beautiful night, and I’m so thankful I managed to stick around on this earth long enough to see it.

After everything that happened, we never did make it down to Seattle,               Instead, we ended up in the nearest port town the coast guard could find; a little place called Anacortes. It’s quaint, but apparently they know what they’re doing when it comes to saving lives.

I glance over at Pete, his eyes closed tight as his massive chest slowly heaves up and down. Looks like I’m the bodyguard now, I think to myself.

From the corner my eye, I catch a slight movement from the doorway. Fear strikes through my body, a natural reaction after the violent events that just transpired.

Fortunately, danger is still far, far away. It’s exactly the person I want to see.

“Grant,” I murmur, the name falling heavy from my lips as I stand up and hurry across the room, throwing my arms around the muscular man.

“I’m so sorry,” he gushes, holding me close.

I let Grant’s warmth envelope my senses, allowing myself to enjoy every bit of safety and security that comes with it. It’s been a long day walking on the razor’s edge between life and death; all that I want now is comfort.

“I love you,” I finally tell him, expelling the words I’d been praying for a chance to say.

Grant pulls back for a moment, looking down at me with an excited and amused expression. He takes me in, our eyes locked. “I love you, too,” he finally says.

Suddenly, we’re kissing again, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace as tears begin to stream down the sides of my face.

From behind us, Pete clears his throat loudly.

Grant and me release our grip on one another, turning to face the hospital bed in shock.

“Can’t you do that somewhere else?” Pete groans mischievously. “I’m trying to sleep over here.”

Grant rushes over to the bed and sits down next to his friend. “You alright, mate?”

“Well, I got shot,” Pete offers, “but thankfully Jessica was there to save me.”

Grant glances over his shoulder. “Was it Amber?”

I shake my head.

“Jessica?” he continues.

I nod. “They never found her body. She sunk like a rock.”

Pete interjects, gruffly. “It’s for the better.”

I decline to comment.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Grant tells his injured friend.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Pete continues. “How was the show?”

“It was… good. Really good,” the love of my life offers. Grant glances up at me as he says this, and I smile.

“I wish I could’ve seen it,” I tell him.

“They’ll be more,” the rock and roller states with absolute confidence.

Pete closes his eyes, a half smile still plastered across his face. “Well, wake me up when that happens. Until then, get the hell out of here.”

Grant laughs and then strolls back over to me. “How about it?” my muscular lover questions. “You wanna get the hell out of here?”

I nod.

The two of us turn and leave, heading out down a long, sterile hallway that is completely empty at this late hour.

We don’t get far before Grant stops us. “I really am sorry,” he says, turning to me with a look of deep sincerity on his face. “I’ve been trying to make good choices, but I failed you. I should’ve cut that part of my life out entirely. Trusting Amber was so, so stupid.”

I shake my head. “She wasn’t trying to hurt us,” I explain. “She just didn’t know any better.”

Grant takes a deep breath. “Still, I’m sorry. I’m gonna do everything that I can to make it up to you.”

“Promise?” I coo playfully.

Grant nods.

“Let’s get started then” I reply, pushing the hulking man backwards through the doorway of an empty hospital room.

I’ll admit, being this aroused after such a harrowing ordeal seems a little unexpected, but there’s something about nearly losing your life that makes you truly appreciate what little time you have. I want Grant, and I’m not interested in waiting.

I want that connection; to feel his body against mine as well fall into perfect sync with one another.

We continue to feverishly kiss until Grant’s eyes drift up to the security camera hanging above us. Even though this wing of the hospital appears to be relatively empty, there are eyes everywhere.

Grant strips off his shirt and then strolls over to the security camera, reaching up and hanging his fabric over the lens.

“I think one leaked rock and roll sex tape is enough,” Grant jokes.

“Wait, what?” I reply.

Grant’s expression changes to one of slight alarm. “Oh God. You didn’t know?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” I reply with a grin, pulling him close again and running my hands excitedly across the man’s incredible, toned abs. I begin to kiss his chest, moving my way lower and lower across Grant’s perfect physique. I start to undo Grant’s belt but he stops me suddenly.

“I’m making it up to you,” he reminds me. “Not the other way around.”

Grant takes control now, pushing me back so that I’m sitting on the bed with my legs spread slightly. The handsome rockstar unbuttons my jeans and strips them away from my skin, exposing my bare legs to the cool air.

He reaches up and takes ahold of my panties next, slowly sliding them down as my arousal reaches its absolute peak. I am aching for his touch, craving it like nothing I’ve ever desired before.

Fortunately, Grant doesn’t make me wait long. The man grabs me with his muscular arms a pulls me over to the edge of the bed, then climbs down onto his knees before me. He looks up and smiles, then dives in hungrily.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, leaning back and opening up my legs even more, giving my man some space to work.

Grant begins to lap his tongue across me slowly, taking his time with my body yet somehow knowing exactly when to change the pace. Eventually, Grant will speed up, but quickly pulls back before I have a chance to travel too far down this path of sensations.

It sounds like this could get irritating quickly, but the result is far, far from it. Instead of growing frustrated, I find myself excited for what comes next, taken on a journey through every subtle step of my blossoming pleasure.

Grant continues to work me for a long while, my stomach clenching and releasing with spastic movements of excitement.

“I thought I was gonna lose everything,” I finally groan. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

Grant stops licking for a moment and looks up. “I’m right here,” he assures me.

“Come on,” I coo. “I need you close.”

The breathtakingly handsome man stands and undoes his belt, slipping out from the last of his clothes as he climbs onto the bed with me. I pull my legs back and Grant’s muscular torso slips between, his enormous manhood pushing up into me at just the right angle.

I let out a started whimper as Grant enters my body, not entirely prepared for his enormous size but gradually growing accustomed to his girth. What begins as a slight discomfort soon evolves into a pleasant warmth, blossoming deep down in the pit of my stomach.

I wrap my arms around the man’s enormous frame, pulling him close as he heaves against me. I’m breathing deep, appreciating every bit of sensation as my body is flooded by a myriad of feelings. It’s a lot to keep up with, but I’m trying my best to feel them all, to appreciate this beautiful moment for exactly what it is.

Soon enough, Grant and me have found a steady rhythm together, our bodies rocking back and forth like a single sexual entity. The pleasure that flows between us has created some sort of feedback loop that I cannot fully grasp or understand, but I’ve never been more thankful to be a part of it.

This pressure within me continues to build and build, causing my body to tremble wildly beneath Grant. It feels as though I could explode in a blissed out orgasm at any moment.

“I love you so much,” Grant tells me.

Before I have a chance to reply, the sensations of climax erupt through my being, spilling out down my arms and legs in a potent blast of electricity and endorphins. I feel as though I’ve left my body, momentarily outside of myself as the potent feelings become just too overwhelming to maintain.

“Oh my God,” I’m screaming, but the words don’t feel like my own. I’m looking down at myself, hovering over my own body.

The orgasm seems like it will last forever, but eventually I find myself floating down and reconnecting to my mortal frame. Grant has finished, as well, but he stays within me for a moment, taking his time as he kisses me softly.

Eventually, the two of us disconnect and begin to pull on our clothes.

“Hey!” a doctor suddenly shouts from the doorway. “What are you doing in here?”

Grant turns to him and smirks. “What does it look like?”

“You have to leave,” the doctor informs us, sternly.

I can’t help but chuckle to myself over Grant’s nonchalance in the face of this very disgruntled man.

I guess no matter what happens, he’s always gonna be a bit of an asshole.