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Sophie sighs, closing her eyes. I want to wrap my arms around her, to hold her and tell her I’m never letting her out of my sight again. I have to settle for holding her hand.

I remember what Caroline said and leave Brody to get water for her. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s eaten, but food can wait. Grabbing a reusable straw that bends at an angle two-thirds of the way up, I shove it in the glass of ice water before returning to my room.

Brody helps Sophie to lift her head just enough to take a few sips and I set the glass on the nightstand.

It’s going to be a long road to recovery, but we’ll give her anything she needs.

45

Sophie

I haven’t filmed, haven’t posted, haven’t interacted with customers in over a week. I gave Miles all of my login information and he made excuses when someone ordered a custom or wanted a session with me. Other than that, my pages have been silent. Natalie has come by every day since she got back from her trip. I’m glad Miles told her not to cut it short. I don’t need the guilt of ruining a shoot on top of everything else.

The guys have been taking care of my every need, feeding me, helping me walk around the house when I get restless, bathing me. More than once, Brody has muttered something about needing a bigger tub for an Epsom salt bath, but I wouldn’t have been able to sit down anyway.

Miles and Brody have been careful not to let me put any pressure on my backside. I haven’t been left alone since they brought me home with them.

Home.

It feels like home, being in this house with the two of them.

Waking up the second Thursday after everything happened, I try to roll over. Gently, I lift my hand until it’s level with my shoulder, then press down. I allow myself to turn and the arm beneath me sinks into the mattress pad. This soft memory foam pad is as good a place as any to try this, softer than a couch cushion or a bar stool.

I hiss when I flop onto my back, but the pain isn’t as bad as I expected.

“Careful.” Brody lifts his head from the armchair. I’m not sure if he was sleeping or watching me the whole time. He stands and comes closer to sit on the bed beside me. “How does that feel?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” I groan. “I want to sit up.”

“I’ll help.”

Brody grasps one arm but lets me use my hands to push myself up. My ass sinks further into the bed, making it difficult for me to remain seated with my legs out in front of me. Keeping a hand on my arm, Brody stands.

“Swing your legs over. Be careful.”

My movements are slow as my skin rubs the sheet. The pain is similar to someone rubbing a sunburn. A sunburn that also happens to be on top of a bruise. I scoot forward until my feet can touch the floor and sigh.

“Good,” Brody breathes. “Good job.”

“You can call me a good girl.” I grin. “I wouldn’t hate that.”

Brody leans down to kiss my lips gently, then murmurs against them.

“You’re my good fucking girl.”

He backs away, letting me have some space while I sit there, on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, breakfast is ready if-” Miles stops when he reaches the open doorway and sees me sitting up. “How do you feel?”

“Well, everything hurts, but I’m not dying.”

Miles chuckles and comes over to kneel in front of me. His hands gently reach for my cheek and I’m surprised to see tears forming in his eyes. He swallows, searching my face.

“I love you.” His whispered words send a flood of warmth through my chest and I lean forward to rest my forehead against his with a smile. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” I can’t cry. I’ve cried enough over the last week and a half. I lift my head to look at Brody. “You too,” I whisper. “I love you too. I love you both so much. So fucking much.” So much, it hurts, if I’m honest.

I didn’t get to say it before Caleb took me. When Brody said it first, I was too overwhelmed by pleasure to respond, but I knew it then. I’ve known for a while now.

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