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“That’s exactly it.”
“You need people around you that you can trust. Who you know will keep you safe, and if something happens, will look after you.”
Nee wiped her nose on the back of her hand and I realized she was crying. “I’ve not had that. Not since I woke up in the hospital and if I had it before, I don’t remember it.”
“You had it before, Nee. I promise. And you have it now. We… all of us will take care of you. You’re not on your own anymore.”
“I’m looking forward to spending some time with you all. To getting to know you all again.”
She licked her lips, and I had to fight the urge to kiss her again, knowing that I needed to give her time, no matter how much I wanted to claim her as mine.
“Look, you take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m just going to jump in the shower, if that’s okay. There’s only a huge bath in the other bathroom.”
Adjusting myself so she didn’t see my hard cock, I stepped into the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would calm the raging need that was clawing inside me.
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Istayedsittingonthe end of the bed long after Archer had stepped into the bathroom. Being around him was all-consuming. I longed to remember him, to remember what we had, but I also wanted to get to know him all over again. If I’d loved him enough to say yes to marrying him, could I ever love him like that for a second time?Do people get to fall in love with the same person twice? Would he want this damaged, fractured version of me? The one that could have a seizure at any minute, whose tumor could grow back and cause even more damage, who couldn’t remember the first twenty-seven years of her life?
Lea decided we should follow the band on tour and made it happen. But now I was here, I was nervous. Nervous because of what it would mean to be on the road with a famous band, but also nervous to be around people who knew the old me and might decide I didn’t measure up.
What if they got to know me and didn’t like who I was now?
I didn’t notice Archer had finished in the shower until he was standing in front of me. He wore a white towel dangerously low on his waist, droplets of water dripping from his hair and rolling down his body. I let my eyes follow them, gulping loudly as I took in his hard pecs, then the stacked muscles of his abs, and finally the deep V etched into his hips. When I finally lifted my gaze, I was met with his hooded stare as he licked his lips slowly.
“You wanna shower?” His deep voice broke the tension that circled us.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“There are towels in there. Feel free to use my shampoo and stuff.”
Silently, I moved to the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and stepping under the water, letting the warmth wash away my worry and the dull ache throbbing between my thighs.
Once I’d washed my hair and body so that Archer’s scent covered every inch of me, I wrapped a towel around myself, realizing that all my clothes were in my suitcase. Stepping into the bedroom, I found my cases already there, unzipped and laid out on the floor so I could find what I needed. Digging around, I found my black shorts, pulling them on, before buttoning up the tiny white buttons on the matching, long sleeved top. Drying off my hair with a towel, I stared at myself in the mirror, silently kicking myself for not wearing something less figure hugging.
Tying my hair up, making sure my scar was covered, I walked out of the bedroom to find Archer now dressed in black lounge pants staring out of the giant windows, looking out at the Miami skyline, with a drink in his hand. Tilting the glass to me, he offered me some, but I shook my head.
“Tablets,” I offered as an explanation.
Placing the drink down, he held out his hand, and I took it without question.
“You tired?” he asked quietly.
“No. But you must be. How was your gig?”
He beamed. “It was great.”
“Stay with me?” I spoke without even realizing what was spilling from my lips.
Tilting his head, his gray eyes sparkled. “Are you sure? I’m happy on the sofa.”
Tightening my grip in his, I walked to the bedroom, Archer following close behind. Pulling back the sheets, we both chose our sides, before Archer flicked the switch on the wall, turning off all the lights, leaving the nightlife of Miami to illuminate the space through the open blinds.
We lay there for a while, our hands still entwined, our chests falling into sync with each other.
“I lied,” I murmured.
“About?”
