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I look at her, my brows furrowed in confusion. “That we did. What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re hurt. Silly, silly me. You got shot, and I just fucked you.”
The ridiculousness of the situation causes me to burst out laughing. “One, it’s just a scratch. I don’t feel anything.” Lies. I can already feel the pain starting to surface again, but it was totally worth it. “Two, I fucked you, not the other way around.” I can’t help but laugh even louder when I see the look on her face.
She struggles to lift herself from me, her legs weak and wobbly. My hand reaches out, and I pull her to the side with ease.
“Stay here,” I command.
“Where are you going? You can’t move from this bed you’re —” I cut her off mid-sentence.
“Babe, if you think for one second I won’t take care of you. Bullet or not. You don’t really know me. Now, lie back and wait for me.” I hear a ‘controlling prick’ as I enter the bathroom.
The warmth of the cloth in my hand contrasts with the chill of the room as I return and find her nearly asleep. As I take a minute to soak in the view, my heart constricts with emotion.
She’s beautiful.
I don’t deserve her, but fuck if I care. She has always belonged to me and no one else, and I will not tolerate anyone trying to take her away from me or harm her in any way.
As I recline on the bed, I can feel the pain surging back with even more force than before. Suppressing a moan of pain, I bite my tongue and begin to clean her. The sensation of the warm cloth on her skin causes her to sigh in pleasure. Once I finish, I carelessly toss the cloth on the floor. I reach for the glass of water on the bedside table and offer it to her without saying a word, waiting until she drinks half of it.
As soon as I cover us both with the blanket, she leans in closer and rests her head in the crook of my neck. My instinctive reaction is to put my arms around her and bring her closer to me, feeling her softness against my chest. There is something about her presence that has an immediate calming effect on my body and mind.
While we have a lot to discuss, all I can think about right now is the sensation of her body pressing against mine.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “I love you.”
Letting out a content sigh, much to my surprise, she replies back to me. “I love you too.” And with that, we both fall into the abyss.
Chapter 27
Blakely
The coldness of the room seeps into my bones as I open my eyes, finding myself alone in bed. I groggily stir from sleep, only to be met with the sound of commotion from downstairs. After taking my time in the shower, I quickly dress in nothing but Aidan’s T-shirt and head downstairs to join him. He’s been patiently waiting for answers, and I’m ready to give them to him.
Walking up to him, I notice he’s standing with his bare back to me, cooking something that smells delicious. As I wrap my arms around him, I’m greeted by the comforting scent of his cologne.
“Smells good. But you’re not supposed to be up,” I say the words against his skin, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath my lips.
He turns his head, his lips meeting the soft strands of my hair as he plants a tender kiss on my head. “Morning, Tink. Hungry?”
“Hmm.”
“Sit.” His words make me blush, reminding me of last night.
The aroma of freshly made American pancakes wafts towards me as he places the plate down in front of me, alongside a colourful mix of fruits and a giant glass of iced chai latte. As I take a large sip of my chai, I can’t help but let out a contented sigh and look at him with surprise.
“How did you know it was my favourite? Last time, you brought me coffee.” I watch as he settles onto the bunker stool and smirks in my direction, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“I know you.” He winks at me and says, “You’ve always taken your drinks as sweet as your cunt.”
A small laugh escapes me as I shake my head. “Seriously? Are we making dirty jokes now? “
He ignores me and says with a smile. “And to answer your question, you have had the same ritual with your drinks for years, hot or iced. Or obsession, I should say.” He pauses. “You have a favourite coffee for each season. Hot pumpkin latte for the autumn season, white chocolate coffee for winter, and iced toffee latte for spring and summer.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You tend to go for a refresha or frappuccino during the summertime, but chai lattes, iced or warm, are your favourite. No matter the season.” He grabs some grapes before eating them.
“How do you know that?” I ask, stunned by the fact he paid close attention to my drinking habits.
“Baby, there’s not a thing I don’t know about you,” he says, winking at me.
