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That and something to eat when I feel my belly grumble with hunger after the light outside turns gray again. The rain is still running in silent silver rivers down the massive panes of glass as I ease myself out of our bed, scratching my stomach and yawning with sleepy contentment as I make my way through to the massive kitchen. The whole place suddenly feels brand new now that she’s here. Wide open spaces and rooms aplenty, it has all the makings of a busy, noisy, and productive home.
I smile to myself as I try to keep the noise down, so I don’t wake her, already knowing that it won’t be long before silence like this will be a rare thing. It’ll be bottles, diapers, and babies filling every corner, and soon if I have my way.
For now, it’s some leftovers that I gnaw on, standing naked by the fridge, still shaking my head. I really am the luckiest man alive. I can’t take all the credit. My new lifelong teammate is only feet away, and I’m already planning a dinner for us both that’ll be light-years from leftovers.
Anything she wants and a ton of stuff she doesn’t need are already hers.
And that flower shop of hers? She doesn’t have to do another day’s work as long as she lives if she doesn’t want to.
I get so excited. I feel like waking Jasmine up to tell her all this—really spell it out for her. The thought of how happy it’ll make her plays on my mind like a surprise gift I can’t wait to open.
I scoop up the tangled remains of our clothes when her phone drops out, and I figure the least I can do is rearrange everything, so it doesn’t look like a crime scene before I go back to her.
I fold her clothes and set them on the bed with her phone on top before I sit on the edge of the bed. I could watch her sleep forever, but I’m already craving those baby blues staring back at me. I’m not sorry when I hear her mewing in her sleep and rolling over.
She lifts her lids slowly at first, and then I watch them widen as she smiles and purrs.
“Hi,” I rasp, already feeling my greedy organ pulsing to life at the sight of her.
If she’s awake, it means we can do things…
“Hi,” she whispers in a husky tone, clearing her throat and signaling me to pour her some water from the glass pitcher on the bedside table.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, holding the tall lead crystal glass with both hands and draining it in a way that makes me stifle a groan.
Is thereanythingshe does that isn’t a fucking turn-on?
“I needed that,” she smiles, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and letting herself fall back onto the mountain of pillows behind her. I wonder if she means the water or the large deposit of my seed I made in her earlier.
Her eyes move to her clothes and phone, drawing a little sound of approval. “You didn’t have to do that,” she murmurs, reaching for her phone out of habit. My hand reaches for hers, stopping her for a moment.
“I got something else for ya,” I whisper, leaning in and kissing her long and hard.
The phone in her hand pings, and I ease back on the throttle. I tell myself to let her wake up properly and do what girls do before I lay out the plans I’ve made for the rest of today and every day from now on.
She checks her phone, and her expression shifts to a look I don’t like. I feel a jolt in my gut that spells trouble. She scans the message twice before her eyes widen. She hurries to get out of bed.
“What is it?” I ask, hating whatever’s happened already because it’s made her look so worried.
“I got to go,” she says hurriedly, slipping out of my grasp when I try to grab hold of her, not even looking at me.
“Just… I got to go.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Jasmine
This day has given me so much. I feel like a princess or maybe a queen now that I’m officially not a little girl anymore. So, I was shocked but not surprised when I got Phil’s message.
Iris is in the hospital. She took a bad turn after I left, and he wants me to go see her. At her age, any illness most people soldier through could be life-threatening, so I feel myself springing into action.
Leaping out of James’ bed and rushing to dress, I get a sick feeling in my stomach as I shake my head, kicking myself for thinking that someone like me could have something good happen for once. But no. Life always seems to want to balance out those good times with a cruel serving of bad whenever something nice happens to me.
That’s what it feels like, anyway.
As for James? I wish I had the time to sit down and explain everything. Tell him how much Iris means to me and how she’s more like family than a friend.
Iris needs me. I need her, and I know Phil needs all the support he can get right now. So, with a million emotions running through my body and brain, I rush to go.
