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“I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to swing around a pole with them. I can hold aspirin.” I roll my eyes at him as he holds his fingers out again.
Oh my god. Is he really going to put the tablets in my mouth? It’s silly, but my heart thumps as I open my mouth, my eyes fluttering closed.
My lips brush his fingers as he places the tablets on my tongue and holds up a water bottle, helping me take a sip. I obediently swallow, opening my eyes and staring into his blazing eyes.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Anytime,leannán,” he whispers back. I swallow, frozen as Ronan leans closer, his lips brushing mine. My fingers itch to slide up his arms, holding myself against him. But Ronan preempts me, his fingers closing around my wrists, keeping them in my lap.
I lean in, my mouth searching his, and he groans, his tongue tracing my lips. A knock at the door has me jerking back.
“Feck,” Ronan mutters, turning his eyes to glare at the door.
“Uh, come in,” I call, my voice shaking, my cheeks flaming. It opens slowly, and Mellie’s face appears, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“I thought you might like help in the bathroom and breakfast.”
My cheeks are definitely flaming now. “Uh. I think I can manage the bathroom by myself. You all need to stop hovering.”
Mellie giggles, and Ronan growls. Ignoring them both, I clamber out of bed, making my way to the main bathroom.
Niall is standing in the kitchen, his eyes following me as I go.
“How are ye feeling, Fi?”
Glancing over, I shrug, using my fingertips to open the bathroom door.
“I’ll be okay.”
“If yer sure.”
Nodding to him, I finally open the bathroom door, kicking it shut behind me and consigning myself to a cold shower. A warm one would hurt like a bitch.
Niall is gone when I emerge – it took me longer than I thought it would to get dressed. Moving my hands wasn’t easy. The skin is tight and pulling at every flex.
“Breakfast?” Mellie calls, holding up a spatula. “I made eggs.”
“Uh, I’d love some.”
Eggs for breakfast. That’s a luxury. I usually have PB&J toast. Taking my seat, I eagerly reach for my fork. Ronan gets there first, sinking into the chair beside me and snatching the utensil out of my reach.
“Hey! I was about to eat.”
“I’ll help ye. The doctor said -.”
“Fuck off, Ronan. I caneat!”
Mellie drops another fork onto the table, and I snatch it up, wincing and sucking my breath through my teeth. Ouch. Ronan glowers at me but doesn’t fight it, sitting close and watching me eat.
“I thought maybe we could watch some movies,” Mellie starts, but Ronan shoots her a look, and she shuts up, standing and moving to wash the dishes in the kitchen.
“Ye need to tell me who sent ye the powder,leannán.”
Oh good. This again. “These eggs are wicked good, Mellie.”
“Thanks, Fi. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I -.”
