Mag-log inNeither Kimberly nor Bryce ever thought they’d be spending the night in a hotel instead of at home.Just when they had prepared to leave the hospital, the rain had suddenly come down relentlessly hard, drenching the city in minutes. What had looked like an ordinary cold New York night earlier had turned into a full-blown storm while they were inside, trapped between Nana’s teasing and naughty conversations.Driving home was out of the question.Bryce hadn’t even argued it. One look at the wet roads, the reduced visibility, and the way Kimberly hugged herself tighter in the passenger seat, and he’d made the call.If he were alone, he might’ve pushed through it. But with Kimberly beside him? Never. He couldn't just risk it.So here they were.The hotel room was quiet, warm and the lights were deem. The steady sound of rain tapping against the window wrapped the space in something private, sealed off from the rest of the world.Kimberly stood near the foot of the bed, rubbing her hands t
Keira kept talking, her voice turning small and worried. Nana's eyes watered a little at the tone of that voice.She felt terrible, hated that she was always worrying them, always burdening them with her illness. Hated that, somehow, it made them feel responsible for her pain. Especially Bryce.She had seen how tirelessly her grandson tried to keep her comfortable, how desperately he wished his wealth could do what it never could, heal her completely, erase the sickness, and make sure it never came back.Bryce watched the exchange quietly, something warm and steady settling in his chest. Though his heart still stung.“We'll see you soon, okay, baby?”And with that, the call with Keira had ended.Kimberly continued to smile, unaware of Nana’s gaze fixed on her, slow and deliberate, as if she were examining a cherished treasure.It was only when she lowered her phone that she became aware of those sharp, knowing eyes observing her with an unsettling level of awareness for someone who
Nana’s tired eyes fluttered open slowly, colliding with the harsh brightness of the ward lights.She winced, lifting the back of her hand to shield her face as she tried to sit up, but Bryce was already there, his hand closing gently around hers, guiding her back down.“Nana, please,” he said softly. “Just lie back. Don’t stress yourself.”“N–Bryce?” Nana called, her voice thin, and very much uncertain, like she wasn’t quite sure it was Bryce she was seeing.“Yes, Nana. It’s me.” Bryce leaned closer, brushing the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’m here.”Nana's head turned slightly, and her eyes widened a bit in surprise when they landed on Kimberly.A small, weary smile curved her lips.“Kimberly…” she murmured, as if saying the name alone steadied her.Kimberly rushed to her side immediately, careful and gentle as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around her.“Nana, I’m so glad you’re awake,” Kimberly said softly. “How are you feeling?”Nana lifted one trembling hand and touched
Bryce didn’t say anything this time as they walked down the quiet hallway, their footsteps quiet against the sterile floor.His focus had narrowed completely to the room number ahead of them.413. This room had been her usual room. It was more like her own personal room from home.When they reached it, Bryce paused, not out of hesitation, but because he needed one single breath before seeing the woman he hated to see sick, lying in a hospital bed.Kimberly stepped beside him, her presence steady and grounding him all at once.Bryce lifted his hand, and pushed the door open. The soft beep of machines greeted them first. Then the sight of Nana, which broke Bryce completely.When it came to this woman, he always felt helpless, because no amount of his money could take away her illnesses, or stop her from falling sick every now and then.She looked small in the white sheets, her silver hair spread over the pillow, her breathing slow but steady. Ava sat at her bedside, eyes tired but aler
**Once they reached the garage, Bryce opened the passenger door for her, the movement calm, cool.The door shut with a soft click as Kimberly settled into the passenger seat.Bryce got in on his side, shutting the door more gently than she expected.The car was silent for a few seconds. No movement. No words.Just the dim glow of the dashboard lighting the small space between them.Bryce finally let out a long, quiet breath, and started the engine.The tension from earlier still clung to the air, but not the heavy, overwhelming kind.This one felt softer and warm.Almost fragile.Kimberly rubbed her hands together absently, trying to warm them. The night air was colder than she realized, and she instantly regretted not wearing something thicker.Bryce noticed her discomfort immediately.His gaze flicked to her hands. Her fingers.Then lingered a bit too long on her ring finger…before he finally looked at her face.He didn’t call attention to it.... not out loud, but his jaw tightene
Kimberly didn’t remember how she made it back to her room.One minute she was standing there with Bryce’s lips pressed to her neck, the next she blinked, and she was inside her bathroom, water running, steam rising, and her heart still sprinting like she’d just finished a marathon.She stepped under the warm shower, letting the water hit her face as if it could wash away the moment.It didn’t.Every time she shut her eyes, she felt it again.His breath on her skin. The warmth of his mouth, and the way her heart jumped like it was trying to escape her chest.“Oh God….” she whispered into the stream, pressing a hand over her lips.How was she supposed to sleep tonight?How was she supposed to look at him tomorrow? Or act around him?Hell, how was she supposed to breathe right now?Bryce was good at making her feel crazy things, even when he wasn't even trying. It was ridiculous how her body always reacted to him. Just hearing his voice alone could mess up her heartbeat.God.When she fi







