Shayari Bazar

He glanced behind him and saw Jeremy and Ariadne talking quietly, like children telling secrets. Good. He didn’t want Jeremy embarrassed by this next thing. He turned back to the doctors, his face all business. “Sex,” he said seriously. “We both waited damned long to have it, and we’d like to have some more.” Jeremy’s actual doctor didn’t bat an eyelash. “Internally he’s fine, but go easy. If you’re going to do something anally, make sure you stretch a lot, because his sphincter has probably tightened over the last few months, seeing as he was on nothing but liquids for the first four weeks.” Aiden nodded seriously—it was all good advice—and then he turned to the PT, who was hiding a smirk behind her hand. “What?” he challenged, and she shook her head. “Nothing! I swear!” She let a giggle sneak out. “I was just remembering what it was like to be under thirty, that’s all.” Suddenly her demeanor turned sober. “And seriously? No hands and knees. On his back, and go easy on the shoulder. Nothing strenuous—like the doc said, go easy.