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My stomach grumbles. I don’t remember the last time I ate, though the evidence that I did is all around me. I feel like I’m running on coffee and fury alone.
I like Everly more than I like the average person, but at this moment I can’t remember why.
“Take a load off, Ev. You look stressed.” “That’s because you stress me out.” “I’m perfectly agreeable right now.” “Yeah, exactly. It’s scaring me more than being in this hospital.” Then he laughs. Truly terrifying.
It doesn’t escape my notice that just over a week ago he was yelling at me for trespassing on his property and acting like he didn’t want me around. Now, he’s moving his schedule around for me. I don’t know what to make of it. But I think I like it.
“Are you afraid I’m going to get all clingy? Because you’re hot but honestly half the time I want to punch you in the face, so I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
“God dammit, Everly. I’m not afraid of you getting attached.” He hovers over me. Even in my heels, he’s a good head taller than me. His stare surveys my face, settling on my lips and then dragging up to my eyes. “I’m afraid I will.” I’m still deciphering his meaning when he steps to me, lifts his left hand to the side of my neck, and kisses me.
“If you think someone can fuck you better than I just kissed you, be my guest.”
Everly Kent drives me fucking wild. And she knows it.
“I’ve slammed plenty of guys into the boards for a lot less than looking at my girl.” “Your girl?” I ask pointedly. His answer is a Cheshire cat grin. So fucking cocky and confident.
But I crave Jack in a dozen different ways. His words, his smile, his touch, just to name a few. I even missed watching him work out today – and no, not just because he looks damn fine while doing it, but because I’ve been seeing him progress a little at a time. His knee is stronger every day. It’s incredible. He’s incredible.
“You should get some sleep,” I say reluctantly. “Me too. Brian will be by early.” She smirks. “How’s that going?” “Good,” I admit. “Now that he’s not hitting on you.” “I can’t believe you fired him.” “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” “How’d he look at me?” “Like he wanted what was mine.” “Yours, huh?”
“I meant what I said earlier. I miss you. Seeing you every day, talking, hanging out, having you in my space, all of it. Nothing feels right anymore without you.”
