We pull away and we are both breathing heavily and hardly. My tongue laps at my bottom lips sweetly before smiling at her.

“That was amazing,” I admit and huff a breath, my gaze not dropping a bit from Taylor’s. Her lips are a little swollen and parted as she breathes through them, and the sight is priceless. “God, I wish we weren’t in the hospital, the things I would have love to do to you now.”

“But you can’t and it’s all because of me,” she mumbles sadly, and the excitement fades away.

“It’s not your fault, Taylor, don’t do that,” I murmur dully.

“It is, Rory. You only...