Page 68 of His Sassy Omega
“You think you can stand?” His question was soft, his breath hot against my skin. Goosebumps spread over my body, and I shivered.
“Yeah.” He slid me down his body, and I was aware of every inch of him. Every muscle.
Every hollow and contour. His soft patch of thick chest hair against my skin. Even as horrible as I’d felt earlier, my body was coming alive just by being close to him.
My legs were still wobbly as I stood in front of the toilet, and Lachlan ran his hands up and down my arms, not letting go until I gave him a slight nod.
“I’ll be right back. Yell if you need me.”
I took care of my bladder and was washing my hands – trying not to look too closely at my reflection in the mirror – when Lachlan entered the bathroom, wrapping one of my super soft blankets I kept in my living room around my shoulders.
“You were cold,” he stated when I gave him a questioning look in the mirror. I wanted to tell him my goosebumps had been because of him, and not the cold.
When my hands were dry, Lachlan scooped me back into his arms, and I found I didn’t mind so much being carried back to my warm bed. He deposited me down into it, then pulled my duvet up to my chin. He sat next to my hip and brushed the messy, tangled mess of my hair back from my forehead.
My mouth tasted horrible, and I realized I should have taken time to brush my teeth. I felt sweaty and gross. I would take care of my teeth when I took a shower, I decided.
“How do you feel?’ Lachlan questioned me, his blue eyes searching my face.
“Better,” I answered truthfully. “What time is it? How did I get here?” The last thing I remembered was being in the booth at the Holiday Festival.
He looked at his watch. “A little after three in the morning. What do you remember?”
“Being in the booth. Feeling like shit. Puking my guts up in the morning. You were being super bossy about taking me home. I got dizzy, and then nothing until now.”
He stretched, popping his back. “You fainted…”
“Passed out,” I corrected, interrupting, because it sounded more manly, even though I knew fainting was probably accurate. His full lips twisted, and he tried to hide his smile, ducking his eyes from my gaze.
“Passed out,” he amended.
“And you brought me home,” I filled in. He looked away for a minute, then up at the ceiling, then at the floor. I frowned at him, wondering what was causing all the drama I was seeing on his face.
“Mmmhmmm.” He ran a hand over his perpetual five o’clock shadow that I found sexy as hell. “Before you hear it from Josh, I may have freaked out a little bit when you passed out.”
I stared at him owlishly, then waved a hand at him to continue. “I need more words.”
There seemed to bemoreto this story, by the way he wouldn’t quite meet my eyes.
“I was ready to call an ambulance, or take you straight to the E.R. Josh is very good under pressure, by the way.”
I ducked my head, trying not to smile, as I imagined my big alpha losing his cool. “He is. Also, that seems a bit dramatic.”
“While I was trying to remember the number for nine-one-one,” I gave him an incredulous look that he correctly interpreted to mean he was an idiot, and said, “I know. I told you I was losing it. Anyway, Josh calmly told me you likely had food poisoning, or the flu, and were dehydrated. Fluids and rest, and you would be fine. I may have told him to fuck off. The details are a bit murky.”
I snorted, and Lachlan continued his tale. “Then I came to my senses and remembered my brother is a doctor. I called him instead. He calmed me down. And said that emergency services were probably not needed.”
I remembered Lachlan telling me one of his brothers was a doctor…Finn, the one that disliked Wade, or Wade disliked him. The disliking was mutual, and I wasn’t picking sides on whatever weird drama they had going on between them. “What did Finn say to do?”
“To bring you home, and he’d meet us here. You started throwing up pretty much as soon as I got us in the door, and couldn’t seem to stop. Youwere completely out of it. I have to tell you, I’ve never been so happy to see my brother as I was when he showed up. You were dehydrated, so he set you up with an I.V., and he gave you something for the vomiting. He took the I.V. out this afternoon. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You were sleeping peacefully, so I let you sleep. You needed the rest.”
I looked at my left hand. It had felt tender when I’d washed them after I’d peed. I could just make out where the I.V. needle had been inserted. “Wait, what day is it?”
How long had I been sleeping…passed out…fainted…whatever?
“Sunday night. Well, Monday morning.”
Monday morning. I needed to get up. I had to be at the bakery. I pushed the blankets back and tried to get my legs off the bed, but Lachlan was blocking me with his big body. His big solid, not moving an inch when I pushed at him, body. He raised a black as night brow at me, his lips curled in that quirky smile of his. “Quinn, what are you trying to do?”
