I was just about to swing again when I cracked open the one eye that wasn’t throbbing and stared at Sam, crouched over and holding his head.
“Sam?” I asked, my shoulders sagging.
“What the fuck did you hit me for?”
“Why the hell did you barge into my house?” I shouted, wincing as the intensity ramped up behind my eye.
“I heard screaming.” Slowly, he raised his hands and stood to his full height, never taking his eyes off the pan in my hands.
“Yes, because I stepped on something.” I glanced down at the blood staining the floor, then held up two fingers. “Twice.”
My chin wobbled as my terrible night unfolded before me.
“And I stubbed my toe!”
For just a moment, I thought for sure he was going to laugh at me, but then he stepped forward, taking the pan gently from my grasp before hauling me up onto the counter.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“Me?” I cried. “You’re the one who started this!”
“In what way?” he asked incredulously.
“You came here when I had everything covered!” I wiped the snot and tears from my face, my anger not subsiding in the least. “I was dealing with it, and then you started cleaning up and seducing me. I stubbed my toe because of you!”
“I wasn’t even here,” he argued.
“That doesn’t matter, you jerk! You set in motion a chain of events that led to my utter destruction!”
Sighing, Sam shoved his fingers through his hair as he backed up. “I don’t get it. I’m being blamed for something that happened when I wasn’t here.”
“Just leave! I know you want to, anyway!”
His eyes darkened as he crowded me once again. “If I wanted to leave, why am I still here an hour after you kicked me out?”
His low voice throbbed at the very center of my core, pulsing with a need that I couldn’t handle right now. My eyeball was about to explode, and if he gave me the pleasure I craved, I highly doubted an orgasm would cure my migraine.
Then again, it wouldn’t be a horrible way to go.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he muttered as he got on his knees, lifting both of my feet to examine them. When he pulled a shard of glass from my right foot, I hissed, trying to tug my foot away, but he held on tight, refusing to let me go.
“I’m cleaning this up, and then we’re putting you to bed. You’re cranky when you have a migraine.”
“You would be, too, if you felt like a spike was driving through your head.”
He snatched a banana off the counter and handed it to me, then pointed at the cabinets. “Medicine?”
“Corner cabinet,” I muttered, peeling the banana and taking my first bite.
My stomach roiled at the thought of eating anything right now, but it was a necessary evil if I wanted that medicine.
Shaking out two tablets, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and waited for me to finish eating before he shoved it at me. “Drink.”
I rolled my eyes, but did as he said. While I sipped the water, he cleaned up my foot, slapping a bandage on to keep it covered.
“Arms around me,” he ordered, scooping me up into his arms.
I let out a small yelp as he hauled me against his chest and carried me down the hall to my bedroom. Once I was nestled in the bed, he kicked off his shoes and got in bed beside me.
