My eyes dart around the unfamiliar space. I sit up a little straighter. “Wait. Where are we?”
“My house,” Warren says, crouching down in front of me. “How are you doing?”
“I still feel like crap, but at least I have meds to take now.” He cups my cheek, swiping his thumb over my cheekbone. “Why am I here?”
“You’re going to stay here until you get better.” His finger moves to cover my mouth when I start to protest. “Don’t do that, please. Just let us take care of you.”
It feels like acid burning through my body to give in, but I have to admit it’s kind of nice to have them taking care of me. I give him a small nod.
“Good. Let’s get you to bed,” he says.
I move to stand, but he sweeps me into his arms. “You know I can walk,” I mumble.
“Maybe I just want to touch you,” he whispers into my ear.
I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me up the stairs. He walks into a simple bedroom with a gorgeous king-sized bed with black bedding. The headboard is a beautiful wooden design that looks homemade.
Warren sets me down on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to stay in these clothes?”
I look down at the raggedy sweats I’m currently wearing.I can’t believe I went out in public like this. I can’t believetheysaw me like this.
I honestly feel pretty gross in these clothes after sweating in them for however many hours now with this fever. I don’t have any more clothes, though, so it will have to do for now until I can get them to take me back home tomorrow.
Warren must sense my train of thought. “You can wear something of mine if you want.”
I croak out a laugh because I don’t know how that’s going to work. He’s a million times bigger than me.
He rummages through a few of his drawers and comes back with a gray sweatshirt and a pair of boxers in hand. He helps me take all my own clothes off. Then, he gently eases his own clothes on me.
The boxers need to be rolled several times, but they surprisingly stay on my hips. He also rolls up the sleeves of the sweatshirt, kissing each of my hands when he’s done.
Grayson walks in with a glass of water and a small bowl full of pills I need to take. I don’t even question him, swallowing them all down in one go.
Grayson helps me lie down against the pillows while Warren pulls the blankets over me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so sick and anywhere would feel like heaven, but Warren’s bed feels like a cloud that’s giving me a bear hug.
“Do you want another blanket?” Warren asks.
I shake my head. My eyes are already starting to close. I feel both of them kiss my temple before I drift off to sleep.
I pry my eyes open and swallow, which is a massive mistake. I whimper, my dry, aching throat screaming at me.
The bed shifts, and suddenly, Warren is looming over me. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
I point to my throat.
“I’ll go make you some tea with honey, and we’ll get you more of your meds.”
“We?” I ask.
“Tucker and Grayson.”
My eyes widen. “They slept here, too?”
“Grayson’s in the guest room, and Tucker is on the couch.”
I swallow again, cringing. “They didn’t need to do that. You didn’t need to do this.”
“No, we didn’t, but none of us would be anywhere else right now. I couldn’t have made either of them go home last night if Ithreatened them with a shotgun.” He moves off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
