Vivid by Jessica Wilde Page B

wake up in the morning because of the orgasm he gives me and I fall asleep at night because he's worn me out."
    I giggled right along with her as she gave me the details of how they ended up moving in together. It was like no time passed while we were apart. Exactly how it had always been between us.
    Josh Colson and Keara Brighton had been dating since right after high school. They ended up at the same university together and hit it off immediately. They'd been inseparable ever since and if it wasn't for the busy schedule they both followed through school and work, they would be married already. Josh ended up getting a full ride football scholarship to Washington State in the middle of their sophomore year at the university. They lived apart for a couple years, managing a long distance relationship full of questionable Skype sessions and freaky weekends indoors. When Josh tore his ACL, his football career was officially over, but he didn't really mind all that much. They wanted to be together and he always wanted to become a paramedic. Both of them got their dreams and they were slowly working toward their next one.
    "Does Josh know that you want a destination wedding?" I asked.
    "Yes, he loves the idea. I mean, we haven't talked about it much, but when I mentioned it last year he thought it was a great idea. He said once we were both done with school, there was nothing to stop us. I think Daddy really scared Josh when he said he would hang him if I didn't finish school. Josh apparently wasn't taking any chances, but that's okay. We are both really happy," she said brightly.
    "I'm happy for you, Keara. You both deserve a good life."
    "So do you, Grace."
    I grinned and nodded. "I'll get one. It will just take some time."
    We spent the next hour goofing off in between patients until Dad finally came to the front and made us both go home.
    "If I have to hear another giggle session while I'm shining a light in someone's eye, I might go crazy," he said, trying to be serious. The grin on his face gave him away.
    "Sorry, Dr. S. Your daughter is the culprit," Keara said, throwing me under the bus.
    Dad seemed happy about it. "Well, in that case, go get your mom and have a girl's night or something. You all need it, apparently."
    Keara and I both started giggling before we could leave. Dad just shook his head, waving goodbye. We stopped at Keara's car and decided to leave mine for my dad to take home. I texted Mom, who was leaving the library in ten minutes, and told her to bring enough sushi for the three of us. Keara drove us to my parent's house, and we settled in with a couple glasses of wine before Mom showed up with her arms full of bags of sushi.
    "I'm starving," she said when we started tearing open the boxes. "I got so busy with story time this afternoon that I forgot to have a snack after lunch."
    "Oh shit!" I shouted. "I was supposed to go to the library and see if I could find anything to help Merrick with Braille. Do you guys have anything like that?"
    Mom tapped her chin with a slender finger, tipped with a bright red nail. She was always so put together. "I'm sure we do. And your dad might know some people who can help, too."
    "Merrick?" Keara asked.
    "Merrick Thatcher. Next door."
    "Aahh, that's right. I knew he was injured, but I only briefly remember someone telling me he had lost his sight. Why are you helping him?"
    "I'm his homecare nurse," I shrugged.
    Keara's mouth hung open and the piece of sushi that had been dangling from her chopsticks, fell to her plate. "Seriously?"
    "Yeah. He's in a wheelchair until his leg is healed, and his left arm and hand were in a cast until this last week, but he still needs a little help until he adjusts."
    Keara and Mom exchanged a look and ... was that a smile?
    "What?"
    Keara took a sip of wine before gently placing her glass on the table and leaning forward. Her eyes locked with mine, her brow furrowed in concentration. My fingers started to fidget with my chopsticks the