Page 10 of Vows of Betrayal

She reached over to the small bedside table and poured a glass of ice water. Incidentally, I caught a glimpse of her ass. I adjusted myself before she turned around.

“Here, I just freshened it up a few minutes before you woke up. You’ve got good timing.” She smiled and held the glass up. I touched my lips to the plastic rim, and it was awkward as hell. My head felt too heavy. Keeping it up was just too exhausting.

“Fuck,” I said, letting my head fall back onto the pillow. What the hell was wrong with me that I couldn’t even drink from a cup anymore?

“Let me help you out,” my angel said. She picked up a plastic spoon and dug into the cup. “Try one little ice chip.”

I opened my mouth, and she spooned it in. “Just let it melt on its own.”

Havingher around was like covering myself up with one of Giselle’s soft as fuck homemade blankets.

My angel slowly fed me ice chips until my mouth felt almost normal. My throat was still sore as fuck, though.

“Do you want to try drinking again?” she asked. My eyes focused on her lips.

Christ, they were plump. I’d really like to taste them.

“Yeah,” I said and pushed up. She held the shitty plastic cup while I took a few big sips.

It felt glorious. The cool water rushed down my throat. The first few swallows hurt. Bad. But after that, it was more of an annoyance.

“What are you doing? Why didn’t you tell us he was awake?” a nurse—who was not even close to as beautiful as my angel—strode in with a huge stick up her ass.

My angel helped me back down and said, “He just woke up. I was on my way to tell you.”

The nurse huffed and puffed. “I’m writing you up for this, Francesca.” Her tone angry and disgusted. “And did you—” her eyes went wide when she saw my face. “Did you extubate him? You’re not trained for that.” She shook her head and glared at my angel.

Francesca.

Fuck, that was a great goddamn name.

A really fuckin’ great Italian name. From the glow of her skin, I’d guess she definitely had Italian blood flowing through those veins.

Something about that pleased me.

A whole fucking lot.

“I’ll be back to assess him. Hopefully, we don’t have to re-intubate.” She left in a fluster.

“Fuck,” I said and shut my eyes. Frustration was getting the better of me when a soft, warm hand landed on my upper arm.

“She’s a total bitch. Don’t worry, they’re not going to stick another tube down your throat.”

A faint floral smell wafted over me. I inhaled deeply to suck in as much of that smell as I could into my nose.

Fuck.

My cock moved again.

Jesus.

Her hair fell over me, and I swear to Christ I nearly came right here in the hospital bed.

Silky strands of dark brown hair covered me. I sniffed it. Was it lavender?

No.

Roses.

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