Page 15 of Wire
She covers me with a homemade quilt, practically tucking me in.
“You need to get some rest,” she tells me as she hands me some painkillers and a bottle of water. Taking the tablets, I hand her the water back, which she places on the nightstand.
She goes to the oversized chair in the corner near the window and curls up in it.
“What are you doing?”
“If you have a concussion, you shouldn’t be left alone. So, while you rest, I’m going to sit here and read to keep an eye on you.”
“You’re going to sit and watch me sleep?”
“Yeah. Now get some rest.”
Nodding and liking her slightly bossy side, I try to get as comfy as possible. My eyes do feel heavy as the adrenaline is wearing off. I no sooner close my eyes than I’m asleep.
I wake with a start and feel a soft body next to me. Hands are stroking my head and through my hair.
“You’re okay, Wire. It’s just a dream. You’re safe,” a soft voice murmurs in my ear.
I slowly wake and open my eyes. Tallulah is lying next to me on the bed.
“You, okay?” she asks, concern in her voice.
Fuck, since being on the road, the nightmares haven’t been as frequent or as severe as they were at home. I hope the accident doesn’t trigger then. The last thing I want is for Tallulah to think I’m weak.
“Sorry,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Hey, it’s okay. Nightmares happen. I hope you don’t mind that I climbed into bed with you. I tried to help, but this was the only thing that seemed to help.”
“No, it’s okay. Thank you for helping.”
“I can leave you to sleep now.”
She starts to get out of the bed, but I grab her hand. I honestly do not want her to go.
“Stay, it’s okay.”
She settles back on the bed next to me.
This should not feel as good as it does.
She gets comfy next to me and lays on her side to face me.
“You want to talk about it? Your dream?”
Yeah, that isn’t happening. No way in hell do I want to tell his amazing woman anything about what happened.
“Not really.”
“That’s okay. We can talk about anything else. Tell me about your home life, Wire, the biker.”
Wire, the biker. Her comment makes me chuckle.
“What exactly do you want to know?”
She thinks about it for a little bit, tapping her fingers on her chin, drawing attention to her pouty lips. I’m itching to feel them against mine.
“Where are you from?”
