23. Grasping straws

I could feel him beside me, last night was a bit of a blur but it was coming back to me. My brothers, my honey bun bun then the argument.

"Hey..." I greeted him when he shifted in his sleep. The handsome man was sleeping in the chair looking uncomfortable as hell with his right arm braced with the sling. I didn't expect to see him after last night, but he stayed, he must've snuck in after my brothers go back home.

"Good morning," he opened his eyes, put his glasses back on, and kissed my forehead gently like I was made of glass.

"What time is it?" I tried to get up to get a better look at the clock, but he put his hand on mine and told me it was still seven in the morning.

"I need to get up, my doctor..."

Brice took the remote and raised the bed then arranged the pillow under me, lifting my backside, positioned me to sit comfortably.

"Is it true?" he cut my words while caressing my cheek and helping me with a glass of water.

One moment he looked relieved that I was okay, the next he l