Page 68 of Sparks Fly
“There’s a good girl,” he says low and slow and I pull the cover above my head to try and block him out. “I’ll bring your water in.” His voice drifts away as he walks out the room and I feel rotten.
My stomach throbs and churns, my head is pounding, and my mouth is as dry as the dessert.
Peeking a look, he has disappeared, and I let out a huge sigh, slapping my hands into the luscious duvet.
The room is spacious, not as big as the one I am in, but still a decent double. The walls are light, with a huge window which is currently blacked out. There is another door, which I am assuming is where the en-suite is hidden. Letting my eyes slowly track the ceiling, I pray for a good night’s sleep, so I wake up fresh as a daisy.
I did not need a hangover.
I am such a baby when it comes to those or illness. I want to be waited on hand and foot, to have someone at my beck and call, I want feet rubs, and body massages, and romcoms and food. Lots and lots of food.
The sound of Creed approaching has me looking towards the door, a cute smile on his face as he places the water next to me. Then, he looks down at me, amusement painted on his face.
“You don’t look good, Ace.”
“I don’t feel good,” I grumble, pulling the duvet back over my head.
“Try and get some sleep, okay? You’ll feel better in the morning.”
My bottom lip begins to tremble, my shoulders shuddering as I try and hold in my sobs. He catches me though. Peeking under the cover, his eyes are all worried as he traces my face.
“What’s wrong?” The softness of his voice has fresh tears rolling down my cheeks. He inhales heavily.
“I am just sad,” I admit, because that’s the truth. “And I don’t want to be alone.” I hate that I am showing this vulnerability, but this is who I am.
“Okay.” He sighs heavily.
I blink at him.
“Let me go turn everything off. I’ll spend the night in here.”
“Really?” My voice tunes up an octave or two.
“Really, Ace.” He winks and turns his back on me, walking towards the door. A huge smile presses against my lips.
Within minutes, he is back and standing back at the side of the bed. My brows furrow as I look up at him.
“Scoot over.”
“Go round the other side,”
“Can’t do that, Ace. I need to sleep on the left-hand side.”
Rolling my eyes, I shuffle over. He slips in next to me and I can’t imagine how awkward he is feeling.
“Thank you.” I turn my face to look at him, swiping the remnant of the tear away.
“Don’t need to thank me.”
I study him, his eyes are closed, hands on his chest, fingers locked together. “I know, but still…” I whisper as I turn my face forward and pin them to the ceiling. “Thank you.”
“Always, Ace.”
Within minutes, my body gives out, and I drift into a deep sleep.
Waking,I blink and it takes me a minute or two to work out where I am. My headache is still there, just not as prominent. It’s more like a dull ache then the throbbing in my temples. I go tomove but I stiffen when I feel the heaviness of an arm tucked over me.
Oh, God.
