The session lasts a little over an hour. Everyone talks about their sickness, and the more I listen, the easier it seems to just… let it out. They all speak briefly and oddly enough, after each one, I can see the weight lift from their eyes a bit. Like talking in a safe space helps them. I want to try again tomorrow.
“All right, head to dinner, everyone. Good progress today.” Jericho stands and everyone follows suit, heading for the hall that leads to the cafeteria, I’m guessing. “Coldfox, can you hang back for a second?”
I hate that he keeps using my last name; it reminds me of my old gym teacher who did that with everyone. Liam stands next to me silently. I’m assuming he’s just going to wait for me even though I wish he wouldn’t.
“You did good today,” Jericho says. “Most patients don’t talk their first day, so don’t let it get to you. We’ll have a full session tomorrow, so get some food and rest up tonight.” He pats me on the back and I try to give him a genuine smile.
Liam starts laughing and while I’m thinking it’s because of mydead eyes, Jericho seems completely shocked by his outburst.
“What’s so funny?”
Liam shakes his head, covering his mouth to hide his smile. “Nothing.”
“See you both tomorrow. Waters, behave and make sure Coldfox has everything she needs tonight.” He tucks his clipboard in his bag and heads out different doors than everyone else did.
I reluctantly follow Liam as he guides me to the cafeteria. “You’re eating dinner since you skipped lunch.”
I raise a brow at his demand. “Okay, anything else you’re going to force me to do besides eat?”
He glances at me from over his shoulder. “Sure, I’ve got plenty of things I can recommend, since you’re asking, sunshine.”
7
Liam
Wynn eatsa small roll at dinner.
It’s not my business what she eats or how much, nor do I care… but she didn’t have lunch. She might not feel hungry because she’s still deep in her mental fog after everything. Today’s been a hectic day for her, I’m sure. I snag a few granola bars from the snack counter before I leave. Just in case.
She looks so damn tired by the time the door shuts behind us tonight that I don’t even bother trying to joke around with her. I sit on my bed and pull my sweater off, tossing it on my desk chair and grabbing the journal from the nightstand.
Wynn’s eyes flicker at me with curiosity for a moment before she returns to her task of putting clothes away and getting what few items she has set up on her side.
I try to give her privacy, I really do, but it’s sort of hard when she’s such a lovely woman. Her mind may piss me off, but she’s beautiful. Her oversized hoodie reaches perfectly down to her knees and her long socks tuck into fluffy slippers. Long, pink hair keeps falling over her forehead and begging for my hand to sweep it to the side.
A frown tugs on my lips as I watch her somberly tuck a few pairs of jeans in her dresser. Her eyes carry a weight not unknown to me. In fact, it’s too similar to my own. The dark circles under her light-brown eyes burden my chest with desire. I want to know her completely, so much so that we’ll never be able to untwine our vines.
She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.
“What?”
My head snaps up and I refocus my eyes on hers. “Huh?” I say like a complete idiot.
Her brows furrow and she scowls at me like I’m some brute. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Shit—my gaze lowers and I find her nightshirt fisted in her hand. She’s getting undressed. God help me, she wears a nightshirt to bed? Please tell me she’s putting shorts on too. The thought of nothing but her underwear beneath that silk shirt sends a pulse of blood to my cock, making my sweatpants uncomfortably tight.
“Oh, sorry, I was… I don’t know, thinking.” Her scowl deepens and I feel like a complete asshole. “Right—sorry.” I roll over to face the window, pulling up my journal even though I have absolutely zero interest in reading now.
“Why did you leave that ring in my hospital room?” she asks as I hear her hoodie hit the floor.
My boner is tenting my sweats at this point. I’m regretting wearing gray—at least black would’ve sort of hidden it. “What ring?” I ask. Obviously, I know what she’s talking about, though I didn’t think she’d assume I put it there. Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought.
She’s quiet for a moment and I instinctively turn to look at her without even thinking twice about it as Wynn is pulling the black silk nightshirt over her head. Her breasts are bare to me and,surprise, no underwear either. My mouth immediately drops open and my dick throbs painfully as new blood pulses there, begging.
Wynn pulls the collar down over her head and eyes me like the cold vixen she is. There’s a fire burning in her eyes. She doesn’t pull her shirt down right away—she slowly guides her fingers along the hem of her shirt as she pulls it down over her plump breasts and stops for a moment just over her pussy.
My expression darkens, a hunger as fucking carnal and raw as it gets settling over me. I don’t like being teased if I can’t have the prize.