The thought of him lying in bed looking at his phone made my belly flutter.Is he smiling like an idiot, too?
Finn: How’s your wrist?
Jasper: Sore.
Talking about it seemed to make it throb more, so I changed the subject.
Jasper: How was your meeting?
Finn: Went well, I think. Got one more in the morning, then off to Southampton. Everything all right with Christian and Cole?
Jasper: Yeah. They’re downstairs watching a film. Cole made dinner.
And Christian gave me some tips on how to fix our issues. No way was I saying that. When Finn and I talked about this, it was going to be face to face. I’m guessing he felt the same because we chatted for a bit more, and he didn’t bring it up either.
As nice as it was to talk to him like this, I was fading fast.
Jasper: I need to sleep.
Finn: Ok. Talk tomorrow x
Jasper: Night x
I tried and failed not to read too much into the kisses.
Setting my phone on the bedside table, I smiled as Angus jumped up onto the bed. Instead of lying by my feet like normal, he walked around the bed meowing, before settling in the crook of my neck.
“I know,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “I miss him too.”
The week dragged.
I almost missed being at work. Almost. And I wouldn’t be going back there for a while either. I’d not been there enough to get sick leave, but my job would be there when I was ready to go back.
Cole and Christian did their best to keep my spirits up, but honestly, I was pissed off at not being able to do stuff for myself.
Like have a proper shower.
I’d had to get Cole to squeeze shower gel and shampoo onto my hand while I stood under the spray with most of my right side out of the water. At least half of me was clean-ish.
Although the thought of being in a cast for six weeks was a bit shit, I couldn’t wait for Thursday. At least with a proper cast on, my arm should be a bit more useable, and I could get rid of the sling.
I hoped.
By Thursday morning, I was pissed off and grumpy. Even Cole’s sunny disposition grated on me. I knew I was being an arsehole, but I couldn’t help it. I was sick of having to sleep on my back, and I was tired from constantly waking up.
I shuffled into the kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Morning.” Cole smiled at me as he wandered in. “Looking forward to today?”
“Yeah.” I scowled. “Can’t wait.”
“Whoa.” Cole stopped getting cereal out of the cupboard and turned to stare at me. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”
“Sorry,” I muttered, scrubbing a hand over my eyes. “I’m just a bit fed up. Didn’t mean to snap.” Christian had been called into work, so Cole was taking me to the hospital instead. Which he was far too pleased about.
He set his breakfast on the worktop next to me. “You had anything to eat?”
“No.” I hadn’t felt like anything when I’d got up.
