Page 3 of Shattered Love
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“Baby.”
I groan, my head is fuzzy, my eyes are heavy and my throat is raw as if I’ve swallowed razors.
“Baby, come on. You need to eat.” I feel the bed dip before his fingertips gently push my hair out of my face.
My eyes flutter open. Soup, bread, orange juice, cold medicine and pieces of fruit.
“You did this?”
He snorts. “I Googled it. The soup will be light on your stomach and the orange juice is full of Vitamin C. Then, you can take your pills and eat some fruit.”
I look up at him so much wonder, he gives everything without asking for anything in return. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
Dominic shakes his head, looking across the room before looking back at me. “I ask myself the same question every day, how someone like you can love me. I see it in your eyes. Every time, it’s like a punch to the gut. I’ll do anything to keep that look in your eyes, because without it…”
I cut him off, crawling on his lap. “Right back at you.”
I play with his hair, his body relaxing, and then I hear soft snoring as his breathing evens out. “I love you, Dominic Stone.”
His arms tighten around my waist as if he can hear me, even in his dreams.
I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes, the sun is lower. The
sheets are wet from my feverish body. I roll over and groan.
The door opens, and Dominic smiles when he sees me, but it quickly disappears when he touches my forehead. “Fuck, Fuck.” He lifts me up, causing me to groan again. My head hurts and I hug his chest, curling up like a cat, before he places me in the chair.
“You’ve got a damn fever.” He growls.
I flinch at his tone. “Don’t shout. My head hurts.” I’m irritated. I just want to crawl into a dark cave because I don’t think walking is an option for me at the moment.
He rips the blankets off the bed and walks somewhere—I don’t know where because I curl up into a ball and close my eyes. “Stand.” His voice still a low growl, but exhausted I listen. He grabs my arm as I wobble slightly, his eyes narrow as he strips me from my damp clothes, quickly placing his T-shirt over my head. “This will keep you cooler.”
Picking me up, he cradles me to his chest. I let out a deep sigh as the coldness from the sheets instantly cools my skin, but I start shivering again, my whole body aching. Everything goes black once again.
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I wake feeling disoriented.There’s a cool cloth against my head. I turn to see Dominic working on his laptop.
“Hey.” My voice sounds scratchy.
His head snaps toward me, his eyes instantly taking me in from head to toe.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
His hand tightens on his lap top. “You’re still sick.”
Rolling my eyes, I let out a deep breath. “I’m going to get sick, Dominic. It happens.”
Nodding sharply. “You need to drink some more before you get dehydrated. I’ve only managed to get you to drink sips through the night.”
I smile. “I’d love a drink.”
He lifts a glass filled with water and ice. I use the straw to take a greedy gulp.
“Baby, slow down. Just sip it or you’ll you be sick again.”
