Entering the busy hospital, I notice that much of the media has left and all of Dray’s wannabe hookers have also. I stop by the front to retrieve my pass to see Dray. After waiting for clearance, I finally receive my badge and head upstairs.
Stepping off the elevator, I see that the only security now is in front of Dray’s door. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to walk that way and flash my pass towards the officer. As I walk in, I immediately notice that most of the machines have been removed and Dray is sitting up in bed looking out the window.
Slowly, as he turns his head towards me, I note the wave of pain that mark his face just from that small movement. My heart pinches. God, he’s beautiful. Why haven’t I ever recognized that? He looks so much younger sitting there.
“I thought I had dreamed you earlier.” A slight grin raises on each side of his wide mouth, but his eyes belie the pain that he is in.
I start to step forward only to stop. Again, his peaceful demeanor almost demolishes me. I’ve become accustom to his hostile attitude. I’m afraid to trust this Dray, with his dark soulful eyes and soft lips. Damn, here I go again.
“Did you come to check on me again, Kylie? Hoping that I was taking my last breath, I bet,” he says laughingly.
Glancing into those eyes of his, I fall for a second, letting the honest answer that comes to me out, “No. Never.”
I can tell my answer surprises him as much as it does me. I’ve wished him dead a million times to his face, but I never really knew that I didn’t mean it until this moment.
“You can come closer. I promise not to bite.” His voice, hoarse from either the accident or pain, sounds sexy, plus there is a veritable quality to it that I’m not used to.
Warning bells sound all through my mind. “I’m okay.” I grip the handles of my purse like a lifeline. “Did the doctor explain about needing care once you leave the hospital?”
I see him suck in his cheekbones, a sure sign that he is pissed. I know him all too well. A small shake of his head causes him to let out a hiss of pain.
“I’ll be fine by myself. I’m not letting some stranger stay in my apartment.”
Walking several steps closer, I answer him in a whisper, “Dray, you can’t go home alone.”
“I don’t give a damn what the doctor says. I’ll take my chances.”
“And ruin your career or possibly go to sleep and never wake up?” I reach the foot of his bed, laying my bag down.
His eyes turn to me once again, “Why are you really here?”
I don’t know why, but at that moment I know what he expects me to say. He is waiting for me to admit that Trent sent me. Something within me also knows that isn’t what he wants to hear. Any other time, I would have loved to admit that I am not here for him, to cut him deeper, and let him know he means that little to me, but right now, at this moment in time, it’s not the truth.
“Answer me, Kylie.”
“You,” I breathily answer. “I am worried about you.”
I watch his eyes go liquid brown and emotions play across his face. “Come here.” His voice is low, but commanding.
This is the Dray that I know, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a battle between us. It feels like a warm caress reaching inside of me and any option of disobeying him is not a choice. I’m totally undone. Moving around to the side of his bed, I step forward. My eyes never leave his as I come to stand beside him. His sitting position actually makes us the same height, and our eyes seem to be at the same level. What am I doing? What am I doing ? My heart pounds within my chest.
He reaches toward me with one hand, letting his fingers caress the side of my face. The instant they connect against my skin, every fiber of my being awakens. The roughened pad of his fingertip traces my bottom lip, and my very breath is held prisoner within me. The fire shining from
Stepping off the elevator, I see that the only security now is in front of Dray’s door. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to walk that way and flash my pass towards the officer. As I walk in, I immediately notice that most of the machines have been removed and Dray is sitting up in bed looking out the window.
Slowly, as he turns his head towards me, I note the wave of pain that mark his face just from that small movement. My heart pinches. God, he’s beautiful. Why haven’t I ever recognized that? He looks so much younger sitting there.
“I thought I had dreamed you earlier.” A slight grin raises on each side of his wide mouth, but his eyes belie the pain that he is in.
I start to step forward only to stop. Again, his peaceful demeanor almost demolishes me. I’ve become accustom to his hostile attitude. I’m afraid to trust this Dray, with his dark soulful eyes and soft lips. Damn, here I go again.
“Did you come to check on me again, Kylie? Hoping that I was taking my last breath, I bet,” he says laughingly.
Glancing into those eyes of his, I fall for a second, letting the honest answer that comes to me out, “No. Never.”
I can tell my answer surprises him as much as it does me. I’ve wished him dead a million times to his face, but I never really knew that I didn’t mean it until this moment.
“You can come closer. I promise not to bite.” His voice, hoarse from either the accident or pain, sounds sexy, plus there is a veritable quality to it that I’m not used to.
Warning bells sound all through my mind. “I’m okay.” I grip the handles of my purse like a lifeline. “Did the doctor explain about needing care once you leave the hospital?”
I see him suck in his cheekbones, a sure sign that he is pissed. I know him all too well. A small shake of his head causes him to let out a hiss of pain.
“I’ll be fine by myself. I’m not letting some stranger stay in my apartment.”
Walking several steps closer, I answer him in a whisper, “Dray, you can’t go home alone.”
“I don’t give a damn what the doctor says. I’ll take my chances.”
“And ruin your career or possibly go to sleep and never wake up?” I reach the foot of his bed, laying my bag down.
His eyes turn to me once again, “Why are you really here?”
I don’t know why, but at that moment I know what he expects me to say. He is waiting for me to admit that Trent sent me. Something within me also knows that isn’t what he wants to hear. Any other time, I would have loved to admit that I am not here for him, to cut him deeper, and let him know he means that little to me, but right now, at this moment in time, it’s not the truth.
“Answer me, Kylie.”
“You,” I breathily answer. “I am worried about you.”
I watch his eyes go liquid brown and emotions play across his face. “Come here.” His voice is low, but commanding.
This is the Dray that I know, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a battle between us. It feels like a warm caress reaching inside of me and any option of disobeying him is not a choice. I’m totally undone. Moving around to the side of his bed, I step forward. My eyes never leave his as I come to stand beside him. His sitting position actually makes us the same height, and our eyes seem to be at the same level. What am I doing? What am I doing ? My heart pounds within my chest.
He reaches toward me with one hand, letting his fingers caress the side of my face. The instant they connect against my skin, every fiber of my being awakens. The roughened pad of his fingertip traces my bottom lip, and my very breath is held prisoner within me. The fire shining from
Similar Books
Over You
Christine Kersey
In the Lone and Level Sands
David Lovato
All Bets Are On
Charlotte Phillips
Hero is a Four Letter Word
J.M. Frey
Glasswrights' Progress
Mindy L Klasky
Heroes Never Die
Lois Sanders
Peanut Butter Sweets
Pamela Bennett
Trinity Blacio
Embracing the Winds
