Many would be embarrassed by such a revelation, but Eddie Carmichael was more the type to laugh. After all, it WAS pretty funny. When you thought about it. "I see Rosie likes to gossip, doesn't she? Well, if anything I should have felt violated, since I woke up to that particular bath, and when I finally fully realized and registered my surprise, she was even more surprised. She'd gotten the room wrong and thought I was her boyfriend who was one door down. So really, I can't help it that I look like someone's boyfriend, now can I? She never looked at me the same again, and she went and changed jobs too. Thanks for the reminder though!" he added, shaking his head and having a bit of a laugh.
That Susan failed to see his point about the shortness of his coma to actually being important bothered him not at all. He shook his head, though moved it against her fingers all the more since he was enjoying his little massage. "It was only for a little while. And don't say that, you're not allowed to shut down at all, so don't even pretend." He wasn't fooled by her rolling her eyes. He knew very well that Susan loved hearing of his adventures, and he was probably right in that a girl like her found them sexy. He just smiled all the wider. "You don't need to say it."
And then he was engulfed in flames as she leaned forward and covered his face with hers. Now she was so close he could almost taste her lips, and in answer to her question he closed the space, kissing her juicy, inviting lips without any shame at all. He pulled her so that she was no longer at an awkward angle, instead laying next to him, face to face. He tangled his legs with hers, and pulled back only when he needed fresh air. His eyes searched hers, and he didn't say a word, just tucked her hair behind her ear and waited for a reaction.