Page 118 of All Our Ghosts

“You’re killin’ me, Sunflower.” He chuckles softly, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You’ll call me if you need anything, yeah?”

I nod. “I will only if it’s an emergency.”

He frowns. “I’m going to go before this turns into a fight.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t want to fight with you, Nash. I’ll be fine, you’re worried for no reason.”

His brow raises as he shoots me a glare. The corner of my mouth turns upwards. I’ve never had someone who cares so much about me. Who worries about me. It’s a strange feeling but it’s not one that I’m afraid to indulge in with him.

The apartment door swings open and Blake strides back in with Cole on her heels. Her hand is covering her eyes. “You two decent?”

I chuckle as Cole rolls his eyes. “Nash, we gotta go.”

“Don’t let him do anything stupid,” I say, glancing up at Cole.

“I won’t.”

“Can I get a little bit more credit than that please?” Holden says standing up off of the bed. “He’s the one who does stupid shit.”

Blake plops down on the bed next to me with a mystery bag of food and laughs. “You both do stupid shit and you get Wyatt to do it with you.”

“On that note,” Cole says, smacking his hand over Holden’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Holden leans down and kisses me again, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Anything at all,” he murmurs, searching my eyes, “you call me. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, pecking his lips once more before pushing against his chest. “Now go.”

Holden stands straight and glances down at me before looking at Blake. “Blake.”

“We’ve been over this a million times, Nash. I got her.” Blake doesn’t even glance up from the TV. “We’ll be fine. Kadencewilleat and I’ll be here.”

“Can we please stop forcing food down my throat?” I ask, glancing between the three of them.

Both Holden and Blake shoot me a look. “No.”

“Get out, all of you,” I laugh.

With one more kiss to the top of my head, Holden and Cole head out of the room. A few minutes later, I can hear the roar of their motorcycles fade off into the distance. My heart pounds as I silently begin the countdown of when they’ll be back.

“They’ll be fine,” Blake says, nudging me softly. “You sure you’ll be fine? You’re looking a little green again.” She winces.

“I’ll be fine. What did you bring for food?”

“The boys grabbed burgers and fries. I may have swindled a couple from Scottie.” She grins. “He folded like a cheap lawn chair when I said they were for you.”

“I doubt that,” I laugh as I grab the bag of food. My stomach turns at the smell of the grease and burnt meat and even with nothing in my stomach I freeze to fight off the bile creeping up my throat. “Oh God,” I groan, fighting with the sheets as I crawl out of the bed and run to the bathroom.

“Hey, whoa!” Blake hollers after me.

I dry heave into the toilet, my chest clenching and throat already sore and raw. I hear the bathroom sink turn on while my head is still buried in the toilet and a moment later as I sink to the floor, a glass of water appears in front of me. “Are you sure this is just the flu?” Blake asks.

I take the glass from Blake and glare up at her. “What else would it be?”

“How long have you and Nash been… you know,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Having sex?”

Blake nods.

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