He groans again and hugs me even tighter, his arm like a bear trap around my waist.
“Jensen,” I whisper more fervently, and this time, he grunts.
“Oh shit.” His deep, raspy voice floods my body from where his lips are nearly pressed against my ear, the sexiness of his voice warms me to the core.
“Fuuuck,” he grounds out in pain, rolling onto his back and holding his knee.
In a way, his shooting pain is a perfect way for us to walk around any awkwardness caused by the early morning cuddles. But I still feel horrible that he has to feel it at all.
“I’ll grab ice and medicine.” I slide out of bed and exit the room without another word, making my way down his short staircase to his freezer, feeling as if I may need an ice pack to cool myself down.
Opening the freezer drawer, I stand over it for a minute, letting the cold wash over me before shaking my head out of its stupor.
I grab what I need and head backstairs to find Jensen with his leg elevated beneath a mountain of pillows and his face contorted in discomfort.
Striding around the corner of his bed to him, I hand him his water and the pills. “Here. Take these. I’ll rewrap your leg.”
He nods, his brows still pinched together.
Gently moving his leg off of the pillows, I unwrap the Ace bandage, rolling it back up into itself as I go so it’s ready for next time. He sets the water down and holds his leg up for me, speeding up the process. I finish taking it off so I can get a good look at his knee.
Blue and purple bruises are forming, but I’m happy to see that the swelling isn’t too bad. They are still going to need to wait for it to go down a bit for surgery, especially since the swelling can still be evolving, but hopefully, they’ll get that scheduled within the next week or so.
“Caitlin called when you were gone. MRI is tomorrow at three,” he informs me.
I start wrapping his knee back up with the right amount of pressure. Not too much to cut off any circulation or cause discomfort, but just enough to add compression to help keep the swelling down as much as possible.
“It looks pretty good. Some bruising and swelling, but I’ve certainly seen worse.”
I offer him a smile, and he mirrors me, but the grin doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I can take you if you want. I’m off today and tomorrow.” I Velcro his wrap to itself before resting the ice pack across the tender area, securing it in place with a second shorter bandage to help it stay in place.
“That’d be great.” He pauses, his lips tipping up. “You can drive my car again.”
“I already stole your keys,” I lie, smirking. “It’s basicallymycar now.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “We’ll see about that.”
My stomach twists suddenly, and the thought I’ve been ignoring forces itself into the forefront of my mind.Do not puke right now.
My throat burns, but thankfully, the feeling doesn’t worsen, but the heartburn is agonizing.
“I need to run to Target for a couple of things. Do you want me to pick anything up?” I ask, striding back over to the other side of the bed.
“I can get it delivered if you want,” he offers.
I chuckle darkly at the thought of pregnancy tests getting delivered to his penthouse and the worker somehow leaking that information and starting a rumor.
“No, it’s okay. I want to go to my apartment anyway.”So I don’t take a pregnancy test with you on the other side of the wall. “But I want to get you set up before I run home.”
He brushes my concern away. “Don’t stress. I have everything I need.” He pauses, a question sitting at the tip of his tongue. “Are you, uhh, coming back?”
He’s really just facing that lingering question head-on, huh? I was kind of hoping we could dance around it, like we have everything else.
“Do you want me to?” I murmur, and he cocks his head to the side, his eyelids falling to half-mast.
“Of course I do.” He sits up taller, and for a split second, I’m horribly thankful that he can’t walk over here and say that an inch from my face because I would be a goner.
