“I’m fine. Marcus patched me up and then Raf talked with me and double-checked Marcus’s handy work. He says the cuts are fine.”
“Cuts? What cuts, Elliott!?” Hunter rushes to me on the bed.
Fuck, I’m gonna have to explain this again.
“I’m fine, really.” He scans me for injuries.
“Where are they? How did you–”
“I did it to myself. It was a stupid craving that I caved to.” I rush the words out and scan his face for thechange. The one that let me know he doesn’t want me anymore. It was the same face I was waiting to get from Kameron. But just like Kameron, he doesn’t falter. I’m not sure if that feels any better. At least with the disgusted look, I know that I don’t have to hurt them anymore with my own trauma. But with this look…it melts a part of my heart and cracks another knowing that they care, that they will have to watch me break over and over again before I can heal.
What a burden you are.
I slam my eyes shut and shake the voice away.
“And Raf said they looked okay?” He nudges my chin to look up at him, “Answer, please.”
My eyes slowly blink open, “Yes, he said Marcus did a good job and to just keep an eye on it.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell us she was hurt?” Kameron shoves Marcus now, “That’s something we should fucking know, Flores.”
“Hey, I made sure your little girlfriend was safe and I went back to do myjob. A job that doesn’t entail having to keep you updated on her.” He points at me and I cave into myself.
“You should have told us, Marcus.”
“And what, have the whole meeting thrown away? We don’t know when we’ll have this much time to brief our team again. Kameron got lucky, getting this many days off.”
“She was hurt!”
“And I fucking made sure she was better. Once again Kameron, I made sure she was safe.” Kameron’s nostrils flare as he balls his fists at his side. “You're welcome.” Marcus glares into Kameron’s eyes. I have yet to see Kameron mad and the way he was looking at Marcus, I knew he wasn’t one to be messed with. He was practically shaking from the words.
Marcus takes a step back, heading out of the room, “It wasn’t my moment to share, Kam. It was hers.” His dark eyes land on me for only a moment before he turns and leaves.
46
Elliott
“You want a coffee before you head over toSir grumpy pants?” Kameron asks me as we walk into the kitchen the next day.
“No, I think I’ll need some water though.”
“We have some at the gym, in the fridge.” Hunter says from the other side of the island.
“Perfect!” I kiss Kameron on the cheek but he catches my arm before I get too far away. Pulling me back into his chest and slamming his mouth on mine.
“You tell me if he gets too sassy, okay?” he says, breaking the kiss.
“It’s Marcus, Kam. Would you expect anything other than attitude?”
He chuckles, “You got a point.”
“Hey, at least eat this.” Hunter hands me some buttered toast as he walks to the other side of me. “I don’t need you gettingnauseous.” He tips my chin to face him and places a kiss on my lips. My stomach flutters as I feel Kameron’s hands on my waist.
“You sure you’re okay to train while you’re still healing?”
“Raf cleared it yesterday before he left. He said they weren’t too deep and to tape them, so I taped them.” I reassure him by pulling up my shirt to show him my crafty work with the medical tape.
“Okay, okay. I just want to make sure.” he holds up his hands in defeat.
