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My heart warms, but after the hell he’s been through, there’s no way I’d even consider asking him to come back so soon. Though, that doesn’t mean I can’t send a slew of flirty texts. “Thank you,” I whisper before he flashes me the kindest smile and, just like that, disappears out the door.
Finally alone, I try my best to get comfortable in my bed and close my eyes. Today has been awful, but there have certainly been some bittersweet moments, moments that I will desperately cling to in order to fade out the bad.
Another yawn rips through me and pulls on the stitches holding my lip together, and I come to terms with the fact that this is going to be something I’ll be dealing with a lot over the next few days. But all that matters is when Sean kisses me, all I feel is the sweetest sin, not an ounce of pain.
Unable to find comfort, I call the nurse and get the stronger pain meds that Mel insisted I should be taking, and the second they’re blissfully floating through my system, I close my eyes and dream about what could have happened if I weren’t in Georgie’s room today.
Chapter 18
SEAN
It’s been four weeks since the shooting, making it six weeks since Gigi and I started doing this little dance, and I’m not going to lie, today I’m nervous. So far, it’s been great, apart from the obvious, but I can’t help but feel as though things are starting to get a little more serious.
Since Gigi was hurt, I’ve been doing everything I can to try and be there for her, but she’s over it. She clearly doesn’t enjoy people fussing over her, which she has coming at her in full force.
The second she was starting to feel better, she made that fact well known with one of the best tantrums I think I’ve ever seen—Georgie’s included. She told her parents to back off, she told Mel to take her pain meds and shove them up her ass, and of course, she couldn’t resist dragging Tom into the action. I’m just grateful that he stood and took it like a man.
On the other hand, I was the lucky bastard who came out as the knight in shining armor, and I have to admit, it felt pretty fucking good.
I know this frustration mainly comes from being holed up in her little apartment when she wants to get back to work so badly. Being a midwife makes her feel whole, and the fact that she’s unable to do that right now is killing her.
The second she said she was feeling better and the pain had mostly eased, I offered to take her out. She deserves it, even if it’s only for a little while to get her out of the apartment to feel like a normal human being again. And honestly, I can’t wait to be the one who offers her that freedom.
So, here I am, standing in front of her door, ready to be her hero. Lifting my hand, I gently knock, and after a minute with no response, my brows start to furrow. Knowing Gigi, she would have been waiting by the door, her coat in hand. I wouldn’t have even gotten a hello before she was flying down the hall. “Gigi?” I call through the door.
Still, there’s no answer.
I’m sure she’s here. Her car was parked right out front. “Gigi?” I call again.
Still nothing.
Maybe she’s showering or has forgotten. Though, had she forgotten, she still would have answered the door. Despite everything I hear in my line of work about bastards who barge into women’s apartments, I try the handle and hate that I find it unlocked. “Gigi, I’m coming in,” I warn her before pushing the door open.
I step into the little apartment and look around, and I have to check that I’ve stepped into the right one. The place is a mess, which is not who Gigi is. I haven’t known her for long, but one of the many things I’ve learned is that she’s a clean freak. She hates the thought of people seeing her home messy. Hell, she told me she used to power-clean right before Mel would invite a Tinder date over, despite never having to see the guy again.
Dishes lay discarded on the counter, blankets and pillows are all over the living room, and Gigi is nowhere to be seen. Not hearing the shower, I figure she must be in her room, so I walk down the hallway, poking my head into the open bathroom as I go.
Reaching her room, I gently knock on the open bedroom door, and the sight before me breaks my heart.
Gigi lays wrapped up in hundreds of blankets, shivering. Her eyes are closed, but from the pained look on her face, she’s not sleeping. Making my way over to her, I sit on the edge of the bed and can’t help dropping my hand to her thigh. “Are you okay?” I ask.
