I nod, jaw clenched. “I’m no damsel in distress.”
“Not a chance. Badass through and through.” He smiles.
“You’relucky it’s just a superficial wound.” The doctor finishes taping plastic wrap over my bandage, then pulls off her gloves. “Somehow it didn't hit anything major.”
“I’m not sure lucky is how I’d describe myself,” I mutter under my breath.
She either doesn’t hear me or chooses to ignore my comment.
“Take it easy this week. Let the stitches be; keep them clean—no heavy lifting. Take the antibiotics to stave off infections.”
“Thank you.” I look at Jace out of the corner of my eye. He’s been looming over the doctor like a ghoul.
“I’m assuming you’re going to want to shower, so I’ve applied a hydrophobic bandage. I’ve left a stack for you. Just make sure you change itout. You know where to find me if you need anything else. Take care.” She nods and ducks out of my room.
I pick up my shirt and stand up from the couch, wincing slightly.
With two quick strides, he’s beside me, ready to catch me.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re always ‘fine.’” He says.
I roll my eyes.
“Come on.” He starts walking toward the bathroom.
“What?”
“Did you hit your head or something?” He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion.
The muscles in his back flex as he rolls his shoulders.
My mouth dries.
“No…?” My answer is breathy.
“Then come on. I’m going to help you.”
“I can just call Maeve.” I look around for my phone.
He turns, leaning against the doorframe of my bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes trace over the veins in his arms, the sculpted lines of his muscles. “We both know you won’t. It’s late, and she just went to bed. Plus, she’s a cranky person to wake up.”
I sigh. He’s not wrong.
“Just let me take care of you.” Jace smirks.
“Fine,” I grit out, trudging toward the bathroom.
The tile is cold under my feet, the light bright, Jace’s black cargo pants are a stark contrast to the pristine white marble. I close the door, and we just stare at each other.
“This is ridiculous,” I sigh, starting to unbutton my pants.
“Stop.” His voice is clear.
I’m not sure why my body listens. He moves closer, my eyes trail down his body. His warmth radiates towards me.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers.
