I said a quick prayer under my breath, then finally closed my eyes. And somewhere between the silence and exhaustion, I drifted off.
? ?
“…Sianni…”
My eyes snapped open, and for a second, I didn’t even know where I was. My heart was already racing, and my body was going on high alert before my mind could catch up.
“Sianni.” I heard the voice again.
I turned my head fast and pushed myself up on the couch. Kyrie’s eyes were barely open. They were heavy, as if he were fighting to stay awake, but they were on me.
“You good?” His voice came out rough, low, and strained.
Relief hit me so hard, it damn near knocked the breath out of me. I rushed to my feet, moving straight to his side. “Kyrie, oh my goodness.”
I hovered over him, my hand coming up before I even thought about it, brushing lightly against his arm.
“You had me scared,” I whispered, my voice cracking just a little.
His eyes stayed on me, slow and focused, as he heard more in that than what I actually said.
“I’m aight,” he muttered.
But the way he was looking at me didn’t match what he was saying.
I exhaled, shaking my head. “No, you not. You just woke up in a hospital bed after—” I cut myself off, swallowing the rest down. I wasn’t about to stress him out the second he came back to me.
“Sianni, I’m good. I promise, ma.”
He leaned his head back against the thin hospital pillows, but the way he watched was too intense for someone who was supposedly ‘good.’ I let out a long, heavy breath, my gaze wandering over the monitors. I wanted to believe him; I needed to, but my mind was still spinning from the chaos of the night.
“I guess,” I sighed, not fully buying it.
Nothing about this felt normal, but he said he was good. What else could I do? He cut his eyes over at me.
“Don’t guess me, ma.”
His voice dropped low and rough enough to make my stomach tighten for no damn reason.
I rolled my eyes, a playful smirk tugging at my lips despite the room’s antiseptic smell. “I guess,” I said again.
A slow, dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. “You keep guessing me, and I’m gon’ fuck yo’ lil’ ass up.”
“Boy, please.” I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “You’re not doing anything. You on bed rest. You can’t even move like that.”
“Yeah?” His tongue dragged across his lips as his eyes dropped to my mouth before sliding back up. “Just ’cause my arm fucked up don’t mean there's something wrong with my dick.”
His eyes dragged over me slowly after that, like he wasn’t joking as much as he was pretending to.
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh, but it still slipped under my breath. This man was lying in a hospital bed, and he was talking like this.
Crazy.
“Kyrie, we’re not even on that level yet.”
The words came out quick, but my body ain’t back them up.
“Okay, and?” He shrugged his good shoulder, looking at me like I was the one being difficult.
