to know some things never change, though, right?”
He conceded a nod, then sipped his coffee. “You know, this decaf stuff just isn’t great. Do you reckon I could have some real coffee one day?”
“We can ask Doctor Chang.”
“We see her first, right?”
“Sure do. Nine o’clock.” I checked the time on the microwave. It was six forty now. Plenty of time. “But today’s gonna be pretty busy, Juss. We’ve got Doctor Chang first, then the meeting with Angela to sign off on all the van and the medical costs, and if you still wanted, go to the clinic after that. But we can see how you’re feeling, and if it’s too much, we can go to the clinic another day.”
Juss bit into some toast. “I’ll be fine.”
“We can bring the scooter or the walking cane today.”
He shot me a not-pleased look. “No thanks. I can walk to a few appointments. And anyway, pretty sure I’ll be planted on the couch for the rest of the day. I was gonna spend the afternoon watching porn.”
I almost choked on my eggs, and one of Justin’s rare morning smiles formed behind his coffee cup. “I’m assuming Pornhub is still a thing? I haven’t checked,” he said.
After I’d collected myself and managed a mouthful of coffee, I gave a nod. “Ah, yeah.”
“You know,” he added, “for a long time, I didn’t think about sex at all. Now I know it’s a thing, I think about it a lot.”
My dick was particularly interested in this conversation. It was pressing awkwardly in my briefs and I had to shift in my seat. “That’s a good sign, right?”
“I think so.” He pushed his empty plate away and smiled at me. “Now, about that hot shower.”
Fucking hell. “If I join you in there, we’ll be late.”
He stood up, and sure enough, his boxers were tented at the front. He made no attempt to hide it. In fact, he stood there and smiled when I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Pretty sure the doc said I wasn’t to shower alone.”
I laughed out a groan. This was the old Justin. This was the bossy, playful Justin that I’d missed like crazy.
He turned and made his way to the bathroom. I dumped all the plates in the sink and was naked before I got to the bathroom door. He laughed as I joined him in the shower, though he wasn’t laughing for long.
I made short work of him, and me, then quickly ran the soap over both of us. He was still in an orgasm haze when I shut the water off and handed him a towel. “Did we get any work done?” he asked as he dried himself. “Before, I mean. When we first got together. Did we ever have days when we couldn’t be stuffed going to work and just spent the day in bed? Because I feel like that’s something I would have done with you.”
I chuckled. “Not really. There were days we were late to open the shop and some weekends when we never bothered with clothes. But we never missed work, no.”
He sighed. “Did we ever have sex on your work desk?”
I laughed at that. “Nope.”
“The table in the lunch-break room?”
I grimaced. “Ew, no.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I agree. But your desk . . .”
I tied my towel off around my waist. “We’re not doing that.”
He towel-dried his hair and grinned at me. “What about on the bike hoist? I reckon I could lie on that and press the button till I was the perfect height for you to . . . you know, give me a grease and oil change.”
I laughed, like really laughed, but shook my head. “No. We didn’t do that.” I nodded to the door. “Come on. We need to get dressed.”
We opened the shop up and got everything ready for Davo and Sparra, and we left not long after they’d arrived. Juss was still in a good mood and it easily rubbed off on me. Seeing him happy and positive filled me with a real sense of hope.
Doctor Chang seemed to pick up on it too. “How is my favourite patient?” she asked, smiling as we walked in. “You look happy, Justin.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty good today.” He told her about his shit day the other day, and how hearing the song “When The War Is Over” had brought back the memory of the accident because it was playing on the radio when the truck had hit him, and the pain that went