Page 115 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Don't know. Don't ask." He sat with a groan.

Knowing he was down and couldn't hurt himself more, she returned to the kitchen. While she waited for the coffee to stop dripping, she opened each pill container. There was a definite odor coming off one of them, and she guessed that was the antibiotic.

She made two pieces of toast, fixed his coffee, and walked back to Roar. "Eat some toast, so the antibiotic doesn't hurt your stomach."

He rubbed his hands over his face but eventually started eating. She sat beside him and studied his leg. The stitches went for six inches from the front of his thigh to the side of his leg.

So many things could've gone wrong. The bullet could've hit an artery or shattered his bone. In a blink of an eye, she could've lost him.

"Hey." He hooked her neck, bringing her against him. "What's that look for?"

"I love you." She stroked his beard. "It overwhelms me how much you mean to me."

"Ja," he whispered. "I know the feeling."

She tilted her head back and looked into his icy blue eyes. "It's not only you, but it's also everything around you. The club, your family. Did you know your mom called me last night just to find out how I was doing?"

He kissed her lips. "My family is yours."

"Forever?" she whispered.

Her intent wasn't to put him on the spot, especially now when he was dealing with club business and in pain. It was the hope she kept carefully hidden that'd slipped out into the open. It was her dream to have someone in her life who would never leave her.

Roar was who she wanted. It was him, she loved. She wanted to spend the rest of her life by his side. Supporting. Loving. Enjoying.

He reached up and dangled the chain around her neck with his finger. "It was forever when I put this on you."

Her heart hammered. She caught his hand, bringing it to her lips. The insane need to be with him round the clock, every day, gave her life.

She woke up every morning, looking for him because she missed him in her sleep, even though he held her in his arms. If he walked out of the room, she wanted him back. Her love for him so deeply buried in her soul, she couldn't imagine living without him.

"How did I get so lucky to meet you?" She kissed his scarred knuckles.

He yawned. "I bought a bar."

She laughed softly at his joke and looked at him. Doubting her ability to nurse him back to health. "That was a pain pill I gave you and not an antibiotic, wasn't it?"

He wiggled his brows over those lazy lidded eyes. "I don't know what Finn gave me, but that's some good shit."

"You need to take the antibiotic." She opened the bottle, handed it to him, and got his cup of water. "There you go. You'll be lucky if I don't kill you with my love."

"Only way I want to go, sweet girl." He stroked her cheek until he lost his strength and his hand plopped down into his lap. "Damn."

"That medicine is going straight to your head." She stood, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch. "Let's get your leg propped up and you can—"

"I need to ride," he mumbled, though he moved and stretched out, following her instructions.

"Soon." She tucked him in.

His eyes closed. She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Sleep."

"Need to fuck," he muttered, his brows lowering over his closed eyes.

She smiled, though he would never see her amusement. He was already drifting off to sleep.

And, because he would never know. She allowed herself to let go of the tears she'd been holding back.

The fear.

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