Page 2 of Shattered Love
Avery
When I wake up,something's not right. My head feels like I drank an entire case of wine, rather than shared one bottle with Molly. As I move, my stomach flips. I reach the toilet just in time, feeling a cool cloth against my forehead. A weak groan escapes me as it cools my heated skin.
“Baby?”
I move my head slightly to see his eyebrows drawn. His lips are pulled into a tight line and the muscles in his jaw pop, tick, and move the more he studies me. He hates seeing me sick.
I roll my eyes which causes my head to pound. “I’m okay. It’s probably the flu. Cecelia had it a couple of weeks ago.”
His eyebrows pull in even more. I know that look. He’s about to go all caveman on my ass.
“Help me shower?”
He quickly jumps into action, turning on the shower.
Dominic undresses me. Like a perfect gentleman, he tries to hide his sharp intake of breath as I’m exposed to him, but there are nine large inches of evidence that give him away.
He follows my eyes. “I can’t help it. As soon as I see you, he gets hard. He doesn’t realize you’re sick.” There no hint of amusement in his voice.
I can’t help but giggle.
His lips pull up on the one side revealing that devilish smirk I love. “Come on, the water is perfect.”
As water slides down my skin, he watches my every move. Jesus, it’s not like I’m going to melt. I smile to myself at his ridiculousness. My soft Dom. Oh, how there are so many layers to this man. As I go to grab the shower gel, he grabs it first. I frown up at him, confused.
“I want to take care of you.” His voice is low smooth but the something else to it that makes me nod and succumb to him.
He washes me gently, making sure my whole body is clean. His calloused hands send tingles all over. His breath picks up as he washes my breasts and between my legs.
“Lean your head back.”.
As if on cue, I do as I’m told and He reaches behind me before squirting some shampoo on my hair.
“Coconut,” he says with a grin before kissing my forehead. His fingers massage my scalp and I moan.
His dick twitches against my stomach at the sound.
He repeats his motions with the conditioner, leaving it on just like I do. He bends down, kissing my forehead, my eyes, my nose and finally my lips, gently sucking.
He turns off the shower quickly, grabbing the towel and drying me off before tying it around his waist. “Come back to bed.”
“I promised Molly I’d go dress shopping.”
A smug smile covers his face. “I’ve already texted Carter. Molly said she hopes you feel better soon.”
I hiss like a cat. “I’m fine. It’s just the flu. I’m twenty-five, not five!”
He stares me down and crosses his arms over his chest, a stance that would intimidate most people, but I know he’d never hurt me. “You remember our vows.”
I frown at the subject change. “What has that got to do with anything?”
Dom lifts an eyebrow.
“I didn’t believe in love, it was just a word people used, but when you looked me in the eyes that day in class, it changed everything. I thought I knew everything about love…I know there is no else I could or would love like I love you. My heart might beat in my body, but it beats for you and you alone, until I take my last breath. I promise to love you, and only you, and to care for you always. I will try, in every way, to be worthy of your love, to be the man you see, to be the man I see when I look in your eyes. I will always be honest with you. But most of all, I promise to keep these vows I say to you. I promise that I will never stop loving you."
He repeats them just like he did on our wedding day. “I promised to care for you. You’re sick, baby. Now, let me look after you…please?”
How is any girl meant to refuse that? I grab my pajamas and crawl back into bed, my eyes already closing.
