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“What’s wrong? Panic attack?” “I’m fine.” I lie,
“Leave the door unlocked; Sunday is sitting outside. I told her when she’s done trying to piss me off, she can take the couch.”
He’s just sitting there… watching her.
“Fucking pervert,” I growl while crouching down and shaking Sunday’s shoulder gently. “Come on Sunday; I can’t leave you out here any longer.” “Ain’t gonna wake up.” The man calls from down the hall. “The girl was having some drug fit or something, shaking all over the place.” My blood runs cold as I stare at him in shock. “W-what?”
“Indiana!” I bark out as loud as I can. It doesn’t take long before my sleep-rumpled sister staggers out. She jolts awake when she sees me. “What’s wrong?” She asks, rushing over.
“I-I don’t know. She bit her tongue and is unconscious. I can’t get her kid to wake up—” Sunday’s door opens, and I see her pre-teen son standing in the doorway, half asleep.
“What’s going on?” He mutters before he sees his mom. “Mom!” I lift Sunday and carry ...
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“Bud, does Sunday have–” ...
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“She has epilepsy. I’ll get her medicine.” “I’ll cal...
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“H-hey sunshine,”
“Fuck, you’re here. That can only mean I had a seizure.” “Okay, ouch,” I feign offense while grabbing her wrist and checking her pulse.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m attempting to check your vitals, but you’re making it kind of difficult.” “Yeah, because you ain’t my doctor.” “Mom,” Wade says calmly as he ...
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“Boy, you don’t just let some strange man in our apartment in the middle of the night… Ow, fuck, my head.” She wince...
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“Let me look.” She eyes me, and I release a frustrated growl. “I’m not asking,” I warn, my voice low. He...
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“You must’ve hit it on the frame while seizing,”
“Oh my god,” Sunday groans. “You called the paramedics? Dammit, Ash.”
“What was I supposed to do Sunday?”
“Should I have left you out there on the floor, unconscious, while the neighbor at the other end sat there staring at you?” Her eyes widen in shock as the color drains from her face. “I–” “Ma’am,” the medic interrupts her. “Do you ...
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“Damn, slow down.” I move toward Sunday, feeling a surge ...
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“She hit her head during her episode. You need to check her scalp. I know that’s cutting into your precious sleeping time, but you’ll manage.” “Ash,” Indy hisses, grabbing my arm. “Stop barking, or you’ll start a fight with them.”
“No, I’m making sure they do their job.”
“Check her head,” I say through gritted teeth. “And slow the fuck down.” The men go back to work, and my gaze finds Sunday’s. The confusion in her eyes isn’t lost on me. I’m confused as well. She’s fine; she’s coherent. The cut isn’t bad; it won’t require stitches. Everything is fine. Yet, my heart is hammering in my chest, I can’t hear anything besides an annoying whine, and if I don’t drive my fi...
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“Well,” Sunday lets out a weak chuckle. “This was fun.” “Never a dull moment with you,”
“Charming,” Sunday stands in front of me, staring up with her pretty eyes, her dark brows furrowing. “Yeah?”
“Go to bed. You look tired.”
“Wait, are you dismissing me?” I scoff while crossing my arms over my chest. “I gotta tell you, sunshine, seems kind of like a dick move.” She stops and turns to face me, her eyes narrowing.
“Sunday Sutton, I am nothing but a pathetic worm groveling at your feet. Please, sunshine, spare me from the weight of your shapely leg as it threatens to crush
my existence into oblivion. I beg of you, show mercy on this lowly creature who's unworthy of your attention.”
“Sunshine, look at me. I'm on my knees, begging for your forgiveness. Is this what you want? Can't you see the pain in my eyes? Hear the desperation in my voice? I've apologized a thousand times and I'll do it again if it means you'll forgive me. Mia sole, mi dispiace tanto, I am so fucking–”
“Would you shut up!”
“Really, charming? A worm? And you pulled out Italian?” “I’m a desperate man, sunshine. You have no idea how far I'll go when I feel it’s necessary.” “Apparently,”
“Alright, Ash,”
“I’m a tired woman, and I’ve got too much on my plate to continue to hold this grudge. I forgive you, and I am sorry, too.” She releases my hand, and I stare at her in bewilderment. “You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?” “Because I was a bitch to you. I shouldn’t have made fun of your taste, and I shouldn’t have said what I did about you not looking the part of a paramedic. Honestly, I would’ve rather had you as a paramedic over those two.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they were assholes. And as much as it kills the strong-willed, I don’t need no man persona I’ve built over the years; I’m glad you were here because those guys would’ve continued being dicks, and Wade would’ve gone at them, and then they would’ve been dicks to him.”
“I would’ve beat their faces in.”
“Thank you.” Her voice is strong as she pulls her shoulders back, and just like that, the wall is back up. “For everything tonight. I really appreciate it. Now, go home, go to bed.”
“Alright, text me if you need anything unless you already got rid of my number.” I half-joke while walking toward the door.
“I never got rid of you...
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“From the note at the studio?”
“From when you gave it to me at Hel’s.”
“I still have yours, too.”
“Have a good night, sunshine.” I say, heading out the door. “Night, charming.”
went to bed, only to toss and turn and have extremely inappropriate dreams about the man. Can I really be blamed, though? Sure, we had the crappy one-night stand, but it was only crappy because he ran out. Our date, our kisses, all of it was amazing. And last night, him over here shirtless with those low-slung pajama pants. “Goddamn it,”
pulling out my vibrator. Turning the small device on, I slip my pajamas down before touching it to my sensitive clit. “Fuck,” I moan softly, applying a little more pressure to the bud. “Fuck,” I whine, trying to be as quiet as I can.
Rocking slightly, I gasp, rolling my head back and smacking my wall as my legs begin to shake. “Fuck sunshine.” My eyes shoot open as I try to rid myself of thoughts of Ash. It’s no use though. “You’re so fucking wet.” “Ash,” I pant, moving my vibrator inside me. “Oh god,” I shiver as my core begins to tighten. “Oh god, Ash!” I slap my hand over my mouth as I come around my vibrator.
Once I come down, I begin cleaning up when I hear what sounds like a cough. Panic fills me as
walk out of my room, down the hall, and peek into Wade’s room. Nope, he's still out. Hmm... ...
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just not one that enjoys the possessive man thing.” “Oh, Ash isn’t that,”
