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There’s a bruise under the thin line left of the earlier gash. The cut and all that blood kept me up most of the night, worrying if he was hurt anywhere else and hiding it. At least the repaired wound is evidence that he went to the hospital and got checked out.
See, it’s shit like this as to why I can’t be with him. If I’m with him, there’ll be a constant string of worrying about the gorgeous and infuriating man.
Still, here I am.
How can I fault him for what he stands for? What he’s doing? Through and through, he’s a fucking hero. I don’t need another hero. They never stick around. They leave. They die.
There’s a low moan. His hand rises to his face, finding the cut. He touches it. “Fuck.” He winces, blinking his eyes as if he’s finally awaking as he sits up. His head hangs downward. “Fuck.” He clasps his hands together as if to restrain himself from touching the wound again.
His head rises. His eyes land on mine, and he blinks a few times.
“Hey,” I say with a small smile.
His eyes lock with mine.
My nerves dance to a wild melody in my restless body. “How are you feeling?”
He lounges back into the sofa, resting his head on the cushion with his eyes delving deeper into mine.
“I just wanted to check on you,” I rush out, defending my stalking behavior. My reason for being here.
“It’s not part of the job,” he replies in a low, raspy, just-woke-up voice.
I miss the sound of his voice. The way his eyes linger on me for those few extra seconds. The way it makes my heart hammer and my body reel for his touch.
“I know.” I lift my chin. “And it appears you’re okay.”
He gazes at me through veiled eyes. “I am.”
“Great.” I stand. “I’ll be going then.” I start for the elevator.
“Harper.” I hear him say, stopping me hard in my frustrated tracks. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I turn and view him from over my shoulder. I stare at him, lost to the heavy conundrum in his glistering gray eyes.
“Come here.” He nudges his head.
“Why?” I don’t care what reason he has for stopping me, I’m not leaving, but I’m unable to control my fight.
He scared me last night.
His eyelids and brows lower. “Get your ass over here.”
I give it a few seconds to appear as though I’m contemplating my decision when I know I’m not going anywhere. I twist around and stomp back to the chair.
“Sit down.”
I lower.
“No. Not there. Over here.” He glances at his lap.
I look at his sturdy thighs. “You sure.” I move slowly toward him, wanting to be closer. “You’re not hurt?”
“Oh, I’m hurting.” He bites down on his bottom lip, watching me intently. “But it’s got nothing to do with what happened last night.”
“What does it have to do with, then?”
He gestures with his eyes for me to sit on his lap.
