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“This is the quickest and easiest way to get you back on your feet,” I told her.
I expected her to argue with me, but she didn’t. Instead, she gave me a quick nod.
“Let’s get you upstairs and settled,” I said.
Sasha raised a brow and gestured to her chair. “Not sure how I’m going to do that unless you have an elevator hidden here somewhere.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned down before I scooped Sasha up into my arms. I was shocked by how light she was.
“What are you doing?” Sasha asked. Her arms immediately went around my neck, and I could smell the lavender that always seemed to cling to her skin. Sasha was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Even dressed in sweats with limp hair, I had to tell my body not to react to the feeling of her being in my hands.
“You can’t walk, remember,” I said. I started walking up the stairs, taking two at a time in an effort to try and avoid holding Sasha for longer than I had to.
I heard a small hiss and looked over before stopping in the middle of the stairway. “Are you alright?” I asked. I noticed that sweat was beading on her forehead, which seemed to happen when her pain threshold had been met.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You aren’t.”
She bit her lip, and I tried my best not to groan at the action. I was attracted to Sasha, and I couldn’t deny that having her body so close made all the blood rush to my cock. I needed to keep it together though, because Sasha needed to heal.
“You are walking too fast,” she said. “It’s fine, but it jostles the stitches.”
I felt like an asshole. In an effort to ease my own desires, I hadn’t thought about Sasha’s comfort. I’d been desperate to let her go and in doing so had caused her pain.
“Sorry,” I told her, and I started walking slower. I held Sasha close to my body, and she snuggled into my chest. I tried not to allow myself to feel for her, but there was something intimate about the way that we were right now, and though I was enjoying it, it made me uncomfortable.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your room,” Sasha said, breaking the odd tension that I felt between the two of us.
“You didn’t sneak in there when I told you not to?” I asked, trying to be lighthearted. I hadn’t allowed Sasha into my personal space, and now that I was walking into the room, I realized how odd that actually was.
My parents had had a normal marriage. One full of love and happiness, and though I’d never pictured myself married, I hadn’t thought that I would have to marry a Bratva princess who I didn’t know.
“I was so busy the past few weeks, I barely had time to sleep in my own room let alone sneak into yours.”
I laid Sasha gently onto my bed trying not to think about how her pale skin contrasted against my dark sheets.
“I’ll have Giovanna bring you up some dinner,” I told her. I pulled back the comforter and allowed her to get underneath it. “Here’s the remote. The TV is hidden behind the paneling, but if you press the red button on the top, it’ll come out.”
“You're leaving already?” she asked. Her large blue eyes had lost their sparkle, and that sadness that she always seemed to linger grew.
I hated that it made me feel bad. “I have to meet my brother. We’ve got some work to get through. How about you call up a friend?”
The sadness on Sasha’s face grew deeper, and I immediately knew that I had said the wrong thing.
“I’ll be fine,” she told me. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that.”
Sasha pressed the button and the TV slid out from the paneling. I couldn’t remember the last time I had watched anything in this house. I’d bought it years ago because I liked the view and it was easy to secure, but I hadn’t spent much time in the house, and I’d never considered what it would be like to share it with someone else.
“What did you like to do when you were growing up?” I asked. I sat at the edge of the bed.
Sasha snorted. “Pretty much this, except my mother never would have let me eat in bed. I once had the flu, and she made me sit through a six course meal for three hours.”
“Sounds like your mother,” I said.
We hadn’t talked about her parents at all, and neither of them had come to see her. It had sickened me how alone she was, but Sasha barely batted an eye at it. Her father had called her once to make sure she was alive, but that had been the only communication that the family had had.
