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Smart and fiercely independent, thirty-seven-year-old Luna Rivera had it all. She was fresh out of grad school—officially a PhD. Her team, the Oakland A's were in first place, and it was only two months into the season. Plus, she was in love.
And then, the shit hit the fan.
One second she was laying on the sofa, watching an old black and white movie—The Thin Man, about a screwball husband and wife team known for solving murders—and just as Myrna Loy's character fell flat on her face while being pulled into a restaurant by her dog, Luna's life came to a screeching halt.
In a matter of seconds, fear hurled her into a world of confusion, uncertainty, and despair. Luna had inadvertently slipped her hand under her T-shirt and touched her breast. That's when life as she knew it vanished.
He pulled the covers off me, then brought the IV pole around the bed. I sat up slowly, stood. I pulled the IV pole as I walked to the bathroom. A few steps from the bed, Miguel stuck his hand through the slit in the back of my hospital gown and fondled my ass.
“How can you think about sex at a time like this?” I said, smiling.
After I got back in bed, he pulled the curtain around the bed and lay down next to me.
“Were you here earlier?”
“Yeah. Che, Xochitl, and Marisa were, too. And some people from your work.”
"Did I say anything?”
“You were in and out. When everyone left, I stayed and talked with your mom."
“Yeah, about what?”
“Well, let’s see. I told her what a great lay you were, and that you give great head.”
I smiled. “What did she say?”
“Not much. But her eyes rolled back into her head. I thought I’d need to call the nurse or something.”
In the dim light of the lamp, I could see his face. I touched his cheek and traced his lips with my fingertips. “Kiss me again.”
We kissed for a long time.Then he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ll stay a while.”
I leaned against him as much as possible and closed my eyes.