เข้าสู่ระบบJon 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
Booker’s car swerved to the curb with a screech, scrutinizing Danielle’s bloodied face skeptically as she slid into the front seat. Knobbled fingers clutched the gun in his lap, as if preempting a sneak attack. Jon clambered into the back, cradling Zoe’s head in his lap.“She’s good,” Jon snapped, teeth clenching as he noticed the old man’s hesitation. “Fucking drive.”As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first tim
“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.”“Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…
Artificial lights illuminated earthy brown eyes and the glint of white teeth behind thick lips as Jon smiled, his steps noticeably shorter in an attempt to maintain her pace. It was hard for Zoe to focus on much else."Are you a new waitress?"Zoe let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "No, I've
A shock of platinum blonde hair weaved through the rowdy crowd. Zoe watched it zigzag before Sienna Beckett, one of her closest friends at SubTerra, arrived in front of her, slightly out of breath.“Oh my God, Elford just came in and told Simon what happened! Are you okay?”Swallowing the hard lump
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