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“My name is Knox, by the way.”
“Sloane, but you know that already,” I say with a pitiful laugh.
“I do.” He smiles. “You need to be careful with this—you can’t just skip insulin. Your body literally cannot produce it.”
“I know.”
“Okay, I’ll give you some time to rest.”
I watch him turn to leave and spend the rest of my day in bed resting and flipping through channels on the flat-screen. Knox comes back in after a couple of hours to check in on me. He takes the cords off my skin and tells me to keep up my water intake.
Sitting here all day is great, but I slowly start to get bored.
I get out of bed and walk down the stairs. I don’t mean to end up in front of Mikhail’s office door, but here I am. I knock and walk in without waiting for a response.
He’s sitting in his chair looking down at his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me. His thumbs scroll through the glass screen while he ignores me.
“I wanted to thank you for getting me help,” I tell him as I walk closer.
His jaw hardens, his attention still fixed on his phone. “I’m standing right here, aren’t I?”
It’s as if he’s using every atom in his body to ignore me.What the hell is his problem?
“Did I do something to you? Because unless you plan on texting your response, you’re being incredibly rude to me right now.”
He stands up from his chair and walks toward me, his eyes still glued to his phone. I watch him stop right in front of me and take his eyes off the screen. “If you think for a goddamn second I don’t listen to every last syllable that falls from your lips, you’re mistaken.”
“Then why did—?” I start to complain, but I’m quickly interrupted.
“Could you just be quiet?” He slides his phone into his pocket. “You will not keep things from me anymore. You will tell me if anything is wrong, and I will listen.”
Stunned, I can’t do anything but look at him. He looks hurt, but I can’t figure out why.
His fingers brush my arm then down the side of my torso. “Tell me what you need,” he says in a deep voice.
Normally, I could think of a million things I need, but his touch is the only thing going through my mind right now. The way his calloused fingers threaten to tear through my skin, his eyes filled with purpose and his lips begging to be touched by mine. I shake my head. I don’t want to admit that what I need is him.
“I need to go home.”
“Tough.”
I roll my eyes. I knew this would happen. Around Mikhail, no one is able to make decisions for themselves. His temper is as sensitive as a grenade.
“Don’t ask me questions you don’t want the answer to,” I tell him.
“Are you finished?”
“Finished with what?” I ask.
“Bothering me.”
My mouth drops slightly as I stumble away from him. “That was rude.”
“Sorry, I forgot your heart was fragile.”
Stepping back up to him, I can’t help but shove him, pushing on his muscular chest. “I’m not fragile!” I shout louder than I thought I could.
Mikhail’s thumb brushes over his lips, which lift with amusement. “You are. You just tried to hit me, and I went nowhere. Extra credit for the effort though.”
