He slipped the ring on her finger, climbed onto the bed, and swept her into a kiss. By the time he was done, her head spun more than a little, and there was a strange clapping sound assaulting her ears. “Ignore them,” he whispered, cupped her jaw, and lowered his head for another kiss.
Confused, she looked beyond him, toward the door. Val, Ginger, Ariana, Lee Anne, Anaisse, and Tommy gathered just beyond the threshold, clapping.
“About time, Snowflake,” Ginger called.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Ryan called, never taking his eyes off her. His smile held wicked intent.
The door whooshed closed.
“I’m injured,” she warned as he moved in.
“I’m careful.” He traced the front opening of her hospital gown, barely grazing her flesh.
“I guess you are,” she managed, as his fingers parted the gown.
“And creative.” As proof, he tapped the bed-adjust button and eased her into a more reclined position.
She raised a brow at him. “A nurse could walk in here at any moment to check on me
