LOGINBy the time Evan arrived the next morning, Jon found it almost impossible to untangle himself from the web of Zoe’s limbs. Her head rested lazily against his chest, the warmth of her breath heating the patch of skin beneath the dark gray fabric of his shirt, and leaving her seemed like an unbearable task. Guilt trickled down into his gut, the knowledge that he was buried beneath the weight of the woman he loved, while Booker was locked up in county jail, arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. The thought forced him up, his thick legs swinging out of the bed. Blue eyes stared up at him anxiously, the pillow cinched precariously against her abdomen as she lifted herself up. Jon shook his head, pressing his lips against her forehead as he urged her to lay back down. Hyper-aware of Evan’s uncomfortable shifting from the plastic chair beside Zoe’s bed; Jon hovered by the shell of her ear, his heated murmur rasping from his throat. “I have to go and see him, baby, but I’ll be back before y
Jon winced, the concrete mattress pushing against his spine irritatingly. Shuffling his hips, he leaned back, stuffing his hand in the pocket of his sweats to remove some of the bulk digging into his hip bones. Tossing his phone, keys and cigarettes onto the clinical nightstand, he adjusted himself to keep himself as close to Zoe as possible. She sighed sleepily, her eyes still closed, mouth parted as soft breaths rippled her chest. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he let his head fall back, the anxiety he’d tried to bury bubbling to the surface in the stillness of Zoe’s dark room. Getting caught had never scared him before. It was something he avoided, took precautions to prevent, but fuck, if he got caught and sent away, it was what he deserved. Now though, well now, it was the worst fucking thing that could happen. Leaving Zoe after every fucking thing they’d been through might actually kill him. He fucking prayed there was no root or whatever Booker had said, but he was
Forcing open heavy lids, Zoe lazily trailed her gaze across the empty, darkened hospital room. Beneath her cheek, Jon’s firm chest rose steadily, his soft breath releasing slowly. Lifting a hand to rub her bleary vision, he startled awake beneath her.“What are you doing up?” he mumbled, rolling his neck from side to side against the crinkly pillow. Zoe’s eyes trailed down his body, noticing the fresh gray sweats and black long-sleeved tee clinging to his muscles. Her lips parted and he smiled. “Lia brought me in some new clothes. I even took a shower,” he winked. “Didn’t think it was fair to sleep next to you when I’ve been wearing the same clothes for three days.”“Ew,” Zoe giggled, wincing at the pain that shot through her abdomen. “Why didn’t you shower?”“You were sedated. I didn’t want to leave, even for a second,” he whispered, shifting his body to face her, his fingers tucking the loose waves of hair behind her ear. “I wanted to make sure I was here when you woke up.”The warm
Craning her into bed as if she were a child, Jon tucked the chocolate waves behind her ear and smiled. Zoe shuffled aside, patting the squeaking mattress beside her. Slowly slinking in beside her, he tentatively wrapped an arm behind her neck, trying to miss the large plaster that covered almost the entirety of the back of her head. His fingers danced against the starchy blue hospital gown, dark eyes drifting to the wound hidden behind the fabric.“Does it hurt?” he murmured.Her eyelids grew heavy, the urge to sleep suddenly growing overwhelming. It was as if her body had been in survival mode, and only now that she was close enough to hear Jon’s slow breaths, to feel the warmth radiating off his olive skin, did her body release. “Mmm,” she acknowledged, pressing her lips together tightly. “Not too bad though.”“I really am s-”Zoe silenced him, pressing her dry, chapped lips to his. “Stop saying sorry.”His jaw clenched, the left corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile as he wat
“Ugh, this tastes like ass.”A husky laugh echoed through the quiet room. “It’s not that bad, man.”Heavy lids covered her eyes. Zoe strained to decipher the fuzzy voices echoing in her ears. Her throat was raw and dry as she struggled to swallow. Dull pain ached at the back of her head and her abdomen and as she twitched her arm, she felt the weakness coursing through her muscles.“This is honestly the worst fucking coffee I’ve ever tasted. How can you say it’s not that bad?”Evan.Straining against the heaviness of her eyelids, Zoe cracked open her eyes. The light streaming in from the window, as well as the harsh fluorescents overhead, stung, a coarse grittiness burying itself against her sclera almost forcing them closed again. Disoriented, she squinted, lifting a weary arm to shield her eyes. A pinching pain shot across the back of her hand causing a weak squeak to escape her. A shuffle of footsteps resounded beside her before concerned, brown eyes stared down at her.“Thank fuck
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.The plastic clock echoed through the sterilized waiting room. Disinfectant permeated the air, the smell infiltrating Jon’s nostrils, only adding to the headache brewing behind his eyes. He had no idea how long he’d been waiting, how long he’d been pacing the floor restlessly. Familiar pathways lined his scalp, grooved in by sharp fingernails. A warm hand rubbing his back brought him away from the torturous thoughts swirling in his mind. His sister stood beside him, proffering him a hot cup of coffee to still his twitching hands.“Thanks, Lia,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw, worn down from crying.Knowing that Jon would need someone to care for him in the emptiness of the waiting room, Booker had called Lia, and although he’d been pissed in the moment, Jon couldn’t deny how much she had helped to steady his nerves. Without her presence, he was certain he would’ve barre
In the midst of their conversation, the waitress wandered over, apologetically alerting them to the imminent closure of the shop. Glancing around the store, Zoe was surprised to see it completely empty, even the furious typist leaving at some point. Through the large bay window, darkness blanketed
The warm, yellow lights of the coffee shop created the perfect toasty atmosphere to escape the cool winter chill. Zoe rubbed her hands together as she entered, removing her thick gloves and settling into a table at the rear of the café. The late night news hummed on the television to the left of he
The dial tone was broken by a soft-spoken voice. “Simon DeAngelo speaking.”A pang of guilt rippled through her at the knowledge she’d be leaving him short-staffed. “Hey Si, it’s Zoe. I won’t be able to make it in tonight. I’m not feeling the best.”A breathy grumble of frustration echoed through t
Dangerous.Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… th







