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“No. She’s…no job.”
Hmmm. I bet she had an awesome story. Not a pretty one, by any means, if she has panic attacks this severe, but I bet it was intense.
I heard the door shut, and I stood, reaching over Lizzie for the blanket I was pretty sure was bundled up on the side.
Feeling my way to the edge, there was enough room to scoot her over. She’d cuddled up beside me for so long, it was my turn to do that for her. Thankful I couldn’t see how incredibly uncoordinated I must have looked, I crawled onto the bed. Giving it a few attempts after my leg slid off a couple times, I finally propped myself beside the small girl in my hospital bed.
Burrowing my arm beneath her neck, I drew her to my chest and turned toward her. “Okay, Lizzie?” I whispered.
The only response I got was steady breathing. That was fine with me. The quiet was okay, considering I heard so much more at the moment, since I couldn’t see. It might be the blindness messing with my mind, but I felt Lizzie so intensely. Physically. Emotionally.
Now, I’d been with chicks, that wasn’t an issue at all, but this Lizzie, she felt like something completely new. Tender and soft, yet small and strong. She fit absolutely perfectly against me.
And that scared the shit out of me. Yet not enough to back away from her.
I wasn’t that good of a guy.
Chapter Nine
Lizzie
Thefeelofarmsaround my waist put a smile on my face. This was going to be a kick-ass dream, I could already tell.
It’d been years since I’d been with a guy. Hell, I’d for sure never stayed overnight with a guy. I’d been only sixteen when—
No. I wasn’t going to think about that. I…wait, I’d had a panic attack.Shit. Damon.
My eyes flew open, and I was met with white walls and a white sheet draped over my body. But what had me smiling was the arm across my stomach.
The tattoos covering the arm draped across me were Damon’s. I knew it immediately. How did I get in bed? And how did I get inhisbed with him still in it?
The pounding echoed in my head like a kick drum.Three, six, nine.I’d gotten my meds, what the—
“Relax, I’m not going to grope you or anything.” Damon’s breath whispered along my cheek. It’d shuffled some strands of hair, and they tickled my cheek.
“Care to explain how I ended up here?” I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down before I busted a gasket.
He laughed. “You passed out. You know, if you wanted to cuddle again, you could have just asked.”
“Jerk.”
He chuckled again. “Are you okay?”
“Not even close.”
His grip loosened around me.
“No, it’s not that. I’m—” How should I say this? “Embarrassed.”
“Well, you should have seen me getting into this bed. You know I’m blind, right?”
“I can’t believe you’re joking about that.” I’d be so scared. Then again,everythingscared me.
I twirled my ring as I focused on the dim light reflecting off the diamond. It must be nearing nighttime if the room was so dim. No lights above us, probably because he didn’t need them on.
What would it be like to be blind? I couldn’t imagine. Yet after being awake only a short time, realizing he was blind, he was joking about it?
Or it was a humor defense. Been there—done that.
