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His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks. "Damn, I've been a moron for not hearing that. Those lines have me burning up with desire."
I chuckle at his comment. "Guess, you weren't needy enough."
He lifts his head and gazes into my eyes. "No, but I was drowning in sadness, Emma. That is until you showed up at the house."
I gasp, "You remember that? You remember I kneeled next to you and talked to you?"
He gives a slight nod. "Yes, I do.When Cindy aimed the gun at Charlotte, I felt so helpless, and I begged her to spare Charlotte and kill me, but she just laughed. Then before I lost consciousness, there were gunshots fired, and I truly believed Cindy killed Charlotte."
Emotions flow through his brown orbs. "When I found myself in that house, I thought I died, and I was convinced that being in that house was my punishment for not saving her. But then you, my angel, showed up, and you told me she was okay. Those words sparked something inside of me. And after you disappeared, I heard Charlotte's voice, begging me to wake up, and I knew I had to find you two. So I ran out of the house, and when I did, I woke up and saw my precious girls."
He takes my hand and places it on his heart while staring deep into my eyes. "This heart is beating for you, and you only, Emma."
He captures a teardrop that's falling out of the corner of my eye. God, my emotions are a mess. My free hand glides into his brown locks. "Damn, you and your smooth way with words."
I kiss him, and right away, his tongue touches my lips, asking permission to enter. The moment I approve, the world disappears. Both his hands dig into my hips as my hands glide through his hair. We press our bodies together until there is no room left. Desperate moans leave our throats when his hand finds its way under my shirt. Every spot he touches burns with desire and the need to be even closer to him.
"God, I want to rip these clothes off your body, Em."
"Better wait with that,” another voice says amusingly.
Our heads snap to the door to find Brian standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Nick asks, removing his hand from under my shirt.
Brian's smile widens while holding up a small plastic bag. "Oh, I thought, let's bring my friend his favorite snack."
"You didn't," Nick says with a pleasant smile.
Brian swings it in the air. "Can't you smell it?"
Nick inhales deep and licks his lips as he picks up the aroma. When I do the same, I swallow and pinch my nose shut. What the fuck is that? Brian places the bag on Nick's lap, and when he pulls out the contents, I release my nose and inhale again. The fishy aroma infiltrates my nose, and in a split second, my body reacts. Thank God Nick's room has its own bathroom, because within a few seconds, I run and dive towards the toilet. After my breakfast and tea have found their way out, my head keeps lingering above the opening as my stomach keeps turning. It takes a few minutes for my nausea to subside.
"Angel?" Nick's voice sounds concerned as stops behind me.
"Please tell me that the fish is out of the room?"
"Yeah, Brian brought it to the nurses."
I take the wet cloth he holds out and when I stand up, I wash my face.
"You're still throwing up?"
I scratch my throat and answer with a slight nod.
"Every day?" he asks.
My fingers fidget with the hem of my shirt.
"Emma, answer the question.”
When I don't answer, he turns. "Fine, then I will ask the doctor to look at you, when he comes by."
"No, that's unnecessary. I'm fine." I pass him and when I walk back into the room, Brian is sitting on the bed.
"Everything okay?" he asks
"Yeah," I say as naturally as possible.
