Page 43 of Peep

Jahmar chuckles, pulls his hands from his pockets, and grips my hips like an anchor, stopping me from floating away in a jealous rage.

“No, little lion. No secret boyfriends. Just you…only you.”

Well, I’ll be damned. I went from a possessive loser to a swoony puddle of goo in a matter of seconds. It scares me how much he knows how to handle me.

“There it is.” Jahmar smirks, eyes trained on my dimple.

Leaning forward, he lightly kisses it, then trails kisses along my chin until he latches onto my flushed neck.

“Jay, stop. We’re in a hospital. People are legit dying in the next room.”

He pretends to eat me, making me squirm, then plants a loud kiss on my dimple before stepping back. All previous tension erased from his striking face.

“Fine, but I really do need coffee. What do you want?”

“Pumpkin spice latte, please.”

Jahmar shakes his head. “Should’ve known you’re a basic bitch.”

“Oi,” I whine, bopping him on the head with the flowers. There’ll be nothing left of them at this rate.

He pulls me to him, stealing a chaste kiss.

“Go on, get out of here. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I reluctantly turn away, dragging my arse down the long corridor to find the others. I’m slightly embarrassed, thinking about how dramatic I’ve been, but I think he’s used to it by now. I’m not easy to love. Although, if anyone is up for the challenge, I think it might be Jay.

“I love it! Thanks, Anders.” Delia beams, placing a kiss on the frog’s head.

“You’re welcome.”

“You did remember to feed Sir Brussel Sprout?” Delia’s head spins to ask her sib.

Sage’s eyes roll. “Yes, I remembered to feed your slimy fucking vermin.”

The arm Cameron has slung across Sage’s shoulder comes up to tug their ear. Sage groans and tries to shuffle out of his grasp, but he’s having none of it.

I notice that Cameron and Sage seem to have some part of their bodies touching at all times these days.

“You’re supposed to be nice; your sister’s recovering from life-threatening surgery,” Cameron scolds with a sly grin.

“And don’t we all know it? It’s just a little lung transplant. Honestly, I think she’s doing it for attention at this point.”

Delia fake gasps. I’ve always admired their relationship. They somehow manage to find humour in something so dark.

“By the way, frogs are amphibians, not vermin, you arse,” Delia says, flinging the frog in Sage’s direction, but luckily they catch it.

Cameron releases Sage and shuffles to the big armchair by the side of the bed, flopping into it with zero grace.

“That’s fine, we’ll all just stand. You make yourself comfortable,” Sage complains.

Cameron pats his thighs with a seductive smirk. “There’s a perfectly good seat right here.”

Jesus Christ, even I can admit that was hot.

Sage, seemingly unaffected by his charm, releases a dramatic sigh before making their way over, sitting across his lap and mumbling something in his ear.

“Anders,” Delia whispers, waving me closer. “This is fucking weird, right, these two?”

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