"The doctor told me that you can be discharged on Friday," I said to my dad with a smile.

My dad, the stubborn Hank Fitzgerald, mumbled under his breath. "I should have been out of here already. This is ridiculous! They're holding me hostage."

My mom shook her head and I chuckled. "They aren't holding you hostage. They want to make sure you are going to be healthy once you go home."

"Listen to our daughter, Hank." My mom smiled at me, but it seemed forced. "She knows what she's talking about."

I wanted to ask my mom if there was something I didn't know. She's been acting a little off ever since Nathan passed by. I tried asking Nate if there was some argument that happened between them when he gave her a ride home. It wouldn't surprise me if my mom went all Mama Bear on him for our breakup. But just like the stubborn Minerva Fitzgerald, Nathan Jenkins' lips were sealed.

"Is Nate behaving himself?" my dad asked. It was almost like he knew what I was thinking about.

"Yes, he is." I averted my eyes, not wanting to give anything away. "He's helping get the house cleaned up so it's ready for you when you come home."

My dad's brows rose with surprise. "Oh, wow. Please tell him thank you for me."

"I will, dad."

"When are you flying back to New York?" My mom asked.

"Saturday. That way I have a day to rest before I go back to work on Monday." I looked from my mom to my dad. "Nathan and I are going to make a nice dinner for you Friday. It'll be fun."

My dad's eyes went wide with excitement. "We should have something really delicious. Ask Nate if he can make me the-"

"Oh, no," my mom interrupted and came to stand next to his bed. "You are not eating anything that can lead to you being brought here again. It's going to be heart healthy food for you, mister."

As my parents started bickering over the food, I pulled out my cellphone and texted Nathan.

Me: Hey. What are you up to?

I tapped my finger impatiently while I waited for his reply. After we agreed to this whole 'what happens in Florida stays in Florida' agreement we've been...extremely friendly. After the amazing sex we had in the kitchen, he and I had a late dinner. I remembered the first date recreation that was in the living room and told him I was craving pepperoni and pineapple pizza. After we talked, ate, and laughed, he laid me down beneath him on the blanket and made love to me. Again.

Then we fell asleep next to each other. Well, not really next to each other. I was sprawled out on his chest-like I wanted him as close to me as possible. He wrapped his arm around me and clutched me to his body. It felt so good to be with him again. I mean...not with him. Clearly, this is a friends with benefits thing. But damn-the benefits were amazing. He was beyond talented.

One downside of this was the fact that I knew he was with four other women. He also showed them how talented he was. When we talked a little more about exes, he told me the last girl he was with was almost a year ago. I could tell something big happened, but he didn't want to talk about it.

Nathan used to tell me everything. I would catch him wincing from his bad leg, or having trouble walking. I haven't pressed him about what caused it. Every time I thought about it, I remembered that day in the rehab center...

My fingers were less than an inch away from his leg when I asked, "May I?"

I saw his hands grip the side of the chair before he nodded. I lifted the bottom of his basketball shorts so I could see it better. He squeezed his eyes shut as I examined the long scar that went down his leg. t went from above his knee all the way down to his calf.

"Oh, Nathan," I whispered. "How did this happen?"

His eyes snapped open. "Karma...I can't-" I could tell he was having trouble getting the words out. "I can't talk about it."

Besides worrying about what happened to him, I was feeling extremely satisfied. When we woke up the next morning, my body was sore in all the right places. I still couldn't believe I told him the truth about having never slept with anyone else but him. But I couldn't lie to him. Just like I couldn't stop myself from enjoying this moment. Even though there were warning bells that kept telling me I was playing with fire, I couldn't stop myself from stoking it.

Nathan: Hey, gorgeous. Que goosebumps. I was cleaning up the house. Mainly the kitchen ;) How's your dad?

I crossed my legs, hoping that would put a damper on my desire. It didn't. I still couldn't believe I had sex in my parents' kitchen. I felt my cheeks heat at the memory.

Me: He's doing better. He's looking forward to getting out of here. I'm going to be heading back soon. Want me to bring anything?

Nathan: Just you. I'll be waiting.

I felt my teeth bite into my bottom lip. I knew by his text what was going to happen when I got home. After all, we only had three days left together. I wasn't going to waste them.

I stepped into my parents house and couldn't help but admire how clean the place looked. It was as if he and I were never here. Good. I didn't want to imagine what that phone call would sound like if my mother knew what happened.

I heard the shower turn on upstairs and smiled to myself. Now that I thought about it, he and I have never showered together before. We had taken a few bubble baths together, but never a shower. I threw my purse on the couch and walked upstairs to my bedroom. The door to my bathroom was cracked and his discarded clothes were on the bedroom floor.

My body heated with anticipation. I quickly stripped out of the yoga pants and tank-top I had on. Next was my panties and bra. I walked into the bathroom and paused when I saw him through the glass door. He was standing with his head back under the spray. His eyes were closed as he washed the shampoo out of his hair. I couldn't stop myself from admiring his body. He was very fit when we dated, but now...now he had abs and broad shoulders that could make me come where I stood.

"Coming in, gorgeous?" His voice pulled me out of my daydreams. "Or are you just going to stand there staring at me?" he teased with a smirk.

I stepped into the shower and he pulled my body to his instantly. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me with so much passion, my knees buckled. No matter how many times I kissed him, it always felt like the first time.

He pulled away from me and tucked my hair behind my ear. "I missed you today."

My hands rested on his water slicked chest. "I missed you, too."

He reached for the showerhead and took it out of the holder. "Turn around and tilt your head back," he whispered.

I did as he asked and he ran the warm water over my hair. Then he ran it over my shoulders, breasts, and stomach.

"Lean against me."

I leaned back against his chest.

He kissed my neck lightly. "Spread your legs, gorgeous."

I knew what he intended, and it sent fire through my body. When I spread my legs, he angled the showerhead directly against my clit. I gasped at the sensation; this was something I had never done before.

"Nathan," I moaned. Nathan's free hand was wrapped around my waist. I clutched it as I felt myself so close to a release already. Just as I was about to come, he removed the showerhead and returned it to it's holder.

He spun me around and took possession of my mouth. He lifted my left leg and entered me in a hard thrust. "I want to be inside you when you come," he breathed against my lips. He took me in a frenzy. Like he had to have me right here and now.

I gripped his shoulders as I leaned back against the cold tile. He reached for my other leg and I wrapped them both tight around his waist. His hands cupped my ass as he held me up and continued to drive into me. Whenever I was with Nathan like this, it was like nothing else existed. All my senses and nerves were on overdrive. I felt everything. More importantly, I felt him.

This was one of the reasons I hadn't had sex with anyone else. Nothing compared to this. To him. He knew exactly how to touch me. Exactly how to kiss me. I had been missing Nathan ever since...that night. But I refused to go back down that road right now. He was here and he was with me.

"You feel so fucking good," he said with a groan before flashing me a smirk. "Why haven't we ever done this before?"

My chuckle turned into a moan when he hit the right spot. "I have no idea," I answered breathlessly.

His eyes met mine and he slowed his pace until he was slowly entering and withdrawing from my body. His eyes were searching for something in mine. Something inside me told me that it was in my best interest not to question it. If I did, it was going to do worse than just opening up a can of worms.

As he continued to fuck me, I couldn't ignore the sharp, but brief, pain in my heart. Nathan and I were running out of time. Our days in Florida were almost up-which meant our time together was almost over.