Briana sits in her wheelchair with her arms folded across her chest. How the hell did she make her way across the room without me hearing her? The little twit has always been able to sneak up on me.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I say harshly.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!" I say, clutching a hand to my chest. "What are you even doing up? I thought you were asleep."

"Is that why Jason's upstairs?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" I fib.

"I may be immobilized, Kate, but just because I'm not in the next room doesn't mean I don't know what the two of you have been doing upstairs."

Fuck.

My body goes cold. Briana knows that Jason is here; I am one hundred percent fucked.

"Kate," Jason's voice calls as he rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs, coming into view.

"Sweet baby Jesus," Briana gasps as she whips her head back in my direction.

I widen my eyes at her, signaling to shut the hell up. She sits there, mouthing the words 'oh my God' over and over.

"Are you okay? I heart a crash." Jason asks, looking concerned.

I look to the glass at my feet. Most of the shards missed my body, but I do have a few cuts on the tops of my feet where small drops of blood are pooling.

"It's nothing, I dropped a glass," I say, moving around the broken pieces, trying my hardest not to step in any of them.

"Kate, wait," Jason warns as I step on a sharp piece.

"Ow, fuck," I exclaim, putting my weight on one foot.

Briana backs her chair out of the kitchen, making room for Jason to pass. He scoops me up into his arms and places me gently on the counter, taking my foot in his hand to examine the damage.

"Bri, go to bed," I instruct.

"Do you have a first-aid kit," Jason asks.

"First-aid kit? It can't be that bad, can it? She only stepped on a piece of glass for heaven's sake," Briana groans.

"Yes, but the shard is embedded in her foot," Jason says.

"Ha, embedded," Briana smirks.

"Briana, bed, now!" I instruct again, trying to sound more forceful as I glare at her.

"Okay, fine, God!" she blurts out, backing her way out of the kitchen and into her room.

"Is it seriously that bad?" I ask, wanting to address my sister's concern.

"I don't know, I think we may lose the foot," Jason jokes with a grin.

"Oh, stop it," I say, swatting my foot at him.

He catches it quickly and begins examining it again.

"Seriously, Kate, do you have a first-aid kit and some tweezers?"

"Yes, they're both upstairs. The kit is under the sink in the main bathroom, and my tweezers are in the right-side vanity drawer in the ensuite."

"Okay, I'll be back," he says before pressing a kiss to my cheek and heading up the stairs.

The counter is cold beneath my body as I wait for Jason to return with the supplies. Right now, I wish that I had chosen to wear pants under this oversized shirt, so my ass wasn't directly on the counter. I didn't think I was going to get caught up in the kitchen.

I look to the glass on the floor, sighing at the fact that I will have to clean it up. Without thinking, I jump down from the counter, putting significant pressure on my injured foot.

"Ouch," I groan, lifting it into the air.

I hobble over to the pantry and grab the broom and dustpan. As I'm bending over to sweep the glass into the pan, Jason's voice booms into the room.

"Kate, I'll do that. It's not good to be standing on an open wound," he says, placing a hand on my shoulder and taking the broom with the other one.

I allow Jason to lift me back onto the counter, this time with a tea-towel underneath me. After picking up the broken glass, he sterilizes the tweezers and wounds with an alcohol swab and begins prodding my foot.

"Ouch," I wince as he digs out the shard of glass that was in my skin.

"There we go," he says, placing the glass on the counter beside me.

I look at Jason and give him a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry for making you work tonight. I know you're not on call," I joke, hoping that he finds me humorous.

"From what I can recall, you've done a lot of work tonight, too," he grins.

I giggle under my breath as he places some bandages on my feet. He brings my foot to his mouth and kisses each wound before bringing his body between my legs and wrapping his arms around me.

"Ready for round two already?" I tease, placing a kiss on his neck.

"I'd love to, but I think we've had enough adventure for tonight," he says, scooping me into his arms.

I wrap my legs around him and hold onto his neck as he takes me up the stairs. He places me in the bed, tucks me in, and kisses me on the forehead before picking up his dress shirt and slinging his arms through the sleeves.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Home?" he responds questionably.

"No," I state. "Get in here," I say, ripping the covers off my body.

Jason smiles, removing his shirt and pants and gets into the bed with me. I stretch an arm across his torso, place my head on his chest, and entwine my legs with his. The last thing I hear before falling asleep is the sound of Jason's deep breaths beneath me.

When I come around in the morning, I feel a heavy object draped over my body. It takes me a moment to remember that Jason had spent the night. The memory makes me smile as I stretch under his hold. Fortunately, he doesn't stir; he deserves to sleep in a bit longer.

I sneak out of bed and head into the ensuite. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can't help but notice how relaxed I look. I haven't been this relaxed or refreshed in a very long time. I guess that's what good sex does to your body.

Grinning, I turn on the shower and step beneath the steaming water. The warmness feels so good on my skin, enough to make me lose myself. But my attention is gathered when the glass door slides open, and Jason appears in front of me, naked.

"Good morning to you," I say, reaching for his body.

Jason comes willingly and places his hands on me. A wide grin appears on his face as he pushes his body into mine.

"How's the foot?" he asks.

"Do you really want to talk about my feet right now?"

"Not really," he chuffs as he picks up my body, trapping me between himself and the tiled wall of the shower.

A small shriek escapes me as he moves and presses his lips to my neck. After a moment, he glances up at me and chuckles.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says, freeing an arm from behind my back.

Jason begins outlining something on my shoulder. I strain my neck to see what he's smirking at and notice a plump hickey perfectly placed just above my clavicle.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" I joke.

"I'm just marking my territory," he grins before taking my lips as his own.

I can feel his length pulsing against my inner thigh as he readjusts his hold on me. Another smile appears on my face when I feel him enter my body firmly. I hold onto his neck as he begins thrusting himself deeper into me and push my head into his neck to keep the water from hitting me in the face.

"Fuck, Jase," I groan, taking the flesh of his shoulder between my teeth.

"Fuck, you bite now?" Jason says out of breath, slowing his movements.

"Your touch makes me do some crazy shit," I admit, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

Jason smiles, releasing me from his grip and placing me back down on the tile floor. The movement allows the water to hit my body again, adding to the relaxed state that it's already in.

Jason puts his body flush against mine again, placing his hands on either side of my face.

"How did I manage to find you again?" he whispers.

"Unfortunately, I think we have Briana to thank for that," I say with a sour look on my face.

"You did not just bring up your sister after I just gave you shower sex, did you?" Jason asks, matching my expression.

My eyes widen, realizing that I indeed just said that out loud.

"I did, didn't I?" I say, frowning.

"Hey," Jason says, tilting my chin up with his fingers. "You're right, though. If she wasn't in that accident, who knows where we would be now."

I sigh beneath his hold, not wanting to think about the what-ifs. Even though what happened to Briana was complete shit, the outcome is well worth it. I am beyond lucky to have Jason in my life again, and it will take a lot for me to let him go.

I look into his eyes, then press up onto my tippy toes to place a kiss on his plump lips before turning around and shutting off the water. The cool air hits me immediately as I step out of the glass box and reach for my towel. After wrapping it around my body, I head to the linen closet to grab one for Jason. When I return, he's standing on the bathmat with his hands on his hips, obviously showing off his body.

"Here," I say, laughing as I hand him the towel.

"What, you don't like seeing me like this?" he jokes.

"No, no, I do," I reassure him as I watch the towel cover his jugular.

After watching Jason get dressed in yesterday's clothes, I sling on a housecoat and walk him down the stairs. Briana is already sitting on the couch, watching Netflix when we approach the main floor. When she makes eye contact with me, I roll my eyes and continue walking Jason into the foyer.

"I had a really nice time with you, Jase," I say, wrapping my arms around his body.

He grins widely.

"I'm looking forward to many more nights like this," he says, leaning into me. "And maybe next time we can make more noise."

I chuckle into his neck as he places a kiss just behind my ear. I pull back from him, keeping my arms strung around his neck and kiss him, lingering there for a long moment before breaking contact. Jason stares into me, bringing a hand to my cheek and brushing the skin softly with his thumb.

"I'll see you soon, Kate," he whispers.

"It won't be soon enough," I tease, bringing his lips down to mine once more.

I watch Jason get into his car and drive away before going back into the living room, where Briana is undoubtedly impatiently waiting for me.

"So," she says when I enter the room, "you fed the beast again, huh?"

"Oh, shut up," I scold as I walk past her on my way into the kitchen.