Page 17 of Concussion Protocol

“I love you, too.”

“So you’ll move in with me?”

“Yeah, I will.”

Shane grins widely and kisses me hard. I press him against the wall and roll my hips into him, letting him feel what he does to me. I carry him to the bedroom, my lips never leaving his. Istumble through the door, throwing it open wide. Then I spin and fall back on the bed. Only, I miscalculate and end up hitting my head on the headboard.

“Shit!” My hand comes up to the back of my head, and then Shane is fussing over me again. “I’m fine,” I laugh. “I didn’t hit it that hard.”

The slight ache doesn’t even bother me, and I pull Shane’s body against me again, grinding up into him. He quickly forgets to be worried, and we writhe against each other, stripping our clothes off until our bare skin is fused together.

I’ll never be more thankful for a head injury than I am for the one that brought Nurse Shane Abbernathy into my life. If not for simple concussion protocol, I wouldn’t have an entire lifetime of love and happiness ahead of me.