I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 21: New Year's Eve

I was more than happy that Ray was alive. That's all I ever asked for. His condition still wasn't as stable as doctors would have hoped, so he wouldn't be discharged immediately. He was probably going to stay in for New Year's, which was fine. 

We could count down together in his hospital room. No problem. Either way, the year would end on a happy note because I hadn't lost him. I hadn't lost the one person I cared for so much. All was well with the world.

    When Ray had the accident, it was December 27. He regained consciousness on December 28. It's New Year's Eve right now. I have been visiting him everyday and making sure he was okay. I even brought him a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting everyday. 

He's an absolute sucker for those. I took sick leaves from Olive Garden the whole time Ray was recovering. Don't worry. I have too many of those. Plus, any extra sick leaves I have will overlay into the next year. I never get sick. My attendance rate is, sadly, better than my body mass index, so I'm fine.

    I've been staying at Ray's side nonstop for the past several days. I want to keep him entertained. But I can't risk to lose him. Ray also says that nothing much happens in the hospital. Plus, the hospital food tastes like shit. 

I know. I've tried it. Ray was served Jell-O for one of his meals. I tried it, and let's just say that I'm never going to look at Jell-O the same way again. I almost threw up right then and there. It tasted nasty. So Ray is insanely grateful that I bring him cupcakes everyday.

    I'm walking through the halls of the hospital with a carrot cupcake in my hands. Ray also loves those. I'm walking until I get to Ray's room. I knock on the door, and Ray's voice says, "Come in!" 

I walk inside and freeze in my tracks. Ray is standing right next to the foot of his bed. Did I also mention that he's only wearing boxers and that he's drying himself off with a towel? I didn't? Well, he is. I can see the towel run over his 8-packs.

Gosh, those eight packs. It's almost too good to be true. He towels off his biceps. I'm surprised that I haven't died. Because I think those guns have shot me. Ray looks at me. 

"See anything you like, Sophia?" he asks. I shake my head and walk over to him. 

"Since when did you become so horny?" I say as I hand over the cupcake to him. He takes a big bite out of it. "Since when are you so fascinated with my muscles?" he asks. 

"Touché," I say. I watch as he greedily finishes his cupcake like he's been fasting for the last week.

"Gosh, I needed that. Thanks, Sophia," he says. I smile, and I can see a little bit of frosting on his nose. 

"Oh, there's frosting on your nose, Ray," I say. I take my finger, wipe the frosting off of his nose, and suck it off. He smiles, and then puts on some old shorts and a T-shirt. 

"Do you want to taste some more?" he asks, and before I respond, he smashes his lips onto mine. Oh man. He was right. The taste of the carrot cake and frosting tingles my tongue. I made the right choice in choosing the bakery to get this cupcake. He then breaks off the kiss gently.

"Wow. Just wow," I say. He winks. 

"I thought the same thing when I saw you for the first time," he says. I start to blush a little. 

"Ray, stop it.," I say. I'm turning as red as a tomato. He smiles. 

"Mission accomplished," he says, and winks. I roll my eyes and I walk over to his bed. I hear him laugh a little bit. 

"I'm sorry, belle. I didn't mean it," he says. I look him in the eyes, and sincerity is very evident. I sit down on his bed. 

"I know you didn't, Ray," I say, and he sits down, scooting in closer to me.