Page 15 of Stay with Me

I guess we’re a bit closer because the twins have each other. As soon as I told Bishop I caught something he declared he was going to come check on me. I ruined everyone’s weekend. I was actually looking forward to getting out of town for a little while.

“Saga,” I murmur, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

Her heels are clicking as she makes her way to my bedroom. Fuck, I’m butt ass naked. I groan because I can’t move. I wish Bishop would have told me he was sending his wife.

Asshat.

I probably reek. My nose isn’t working enough for me to know the difference, but the lack of bathing in the last forty-eight hours sort of guarantees it. Though with the fog my mind is in, Saga will just have to forgive me.

“Damn, are you alive in here?”

I stiffen at the sound of the voice. I’m going to beat the shit out of my brother. With the little energy I have left, I turn my head toward her voice and the bedroom door.

Maybe I’m dying because I’m looking at a fucking angel. She’s done something different with her hair. It’s not straight and hanging down her back.

“Pull my weave, and I’ll cut you,” those were her words the first time we had sex.

I pulled that shit and paid for her to get it done the next morning. Only once have I had the pleasure of tugging on her real hair. So I know this halo of wild curls isn’t her natural hair, but it’s not her usual style either.

Her lips are glossy and her lashes pop around those gorgeous eyes. The top buttons of her shirt are gaping open, showing off a peek of a pink bra and her chocolate brown skin. I guess I’m not too sick to get hard. Those jeans and heels have me stabbing the mattress.

“Oh my God, Knight,” she gasps. “You poor baby. Your nose is so red. You look like shit.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. Now get out of here before I contaminate you.” My voice comes out in a congested rasp.

“When was the last time you bathed? Have you eaten? What have you taken to get rid of this?” she rattles off instead of turning to leave.

I roll onto my back and toss my arm over my face. The effort feels like I just lifted a truck and dragged it across a parking lot. I sigh and answer her questions.

“Two days ago, no, and some bullshit cough medicine my buddy dropped off,” I mutter.

“Okay.” She sighs. I look at her when the sound of her heels dropping from her feet pulls my attention. She pads over to my bed barefoot. “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. No, a hot bath. You smell horrible.”

“You can leave. Like I said, I don’t want you to catch this.”

“I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Besides, my sister and Bishop would kill me if I left you like this. Come on, up you get.”

I sit up slowly, and she helps me from the bed. I suck it up as best I can. This isn’t how I want her to see me. I frown when I can’t smell her sweet scent as we move into the bathroom. I look forward to that whenever she’s around.

“I got this,” I say, standing upright on my own.

I move to the toilet to finally relieve myself, and Rem moves to the tub to fill it. My bladder feels like it’s about to burst. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived when she did.

I turn to glance over my shoulder while I’m taking a leak. Through my heavy lids, I find Rem with her eyes on my ass. The lust in her eyes is clear, although she looks lost in thought. I chuckle and start to cough and piss all over the place.

“Fuck,” I breathe with a rasp.

“Aren’t you kind of old to be missing the bowl?” she teases.

“I’m going to kill Bishop.”

“For what?”

My shoulders and back burn from coughing. When I bend to clean up the toilet, I give a small hiss. I think my ego is bruised as much as my insides.

“Leave that. I’ll take care of it. Come here,” she says softly.

I look behind me to find a gentle look on her face. I normally wouldn’t want anyone cleaning up my piss, but my head feels so fucking heavy, I think I might fall over. I stumble to the tub like I’ve been drinking all night and climb in.

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