His eyes widen, panic growing in them.
Ignoring my throbbing muscles and cloudy head, I press my lips against his. I feel Jace struggle between his need to kiss me and the knowledge that I’m not feeling well.
He gives in, kissing me so gently but perfectly in a way that the stars are aligning in the corners of my vision.
“I love you,” I mumble against his lips. “I love you so much.”
Jace soaks up every word, showing me just how much he cares.
Unfortunately, I have to break it off when I start getting light headed and dizzy.
“Fuck, Rory, are you okay?” He lays me down when I nearly faint.
I smile lazily up at his panicked expression. “Perfect,” I tell him.
Jace shakes his head, a hint of a smile betraying him. He props himself up on one arm, gazing down at me.
“I love you too, Ro,” he tells me. “And I want you to know that I’m okay sharing you with the guys.”
I scrunch my nose at the quick turn to a serious conversation.
“I love you, Rory and I know you’re capable of loving them too if you don’t already.” I bite my lip and look away, not prepared to answer that.
J turns me back to face him. His arm curls around my waist, his face above me.
“Now, I don’t want you to stress about that. Okay? You need to rest,” Jace orders. So bossy.
“Sir, yes, sir.” I smirk sleepily at the groan that rumbles through Jace. He leans down, his lips parted—
“What was that about resting, J?” Mason pushes the door open with his foot, a bowl in his hands.
I’m not really hungry but I’m smelling whatever that amazing creation is from here.
Mase’s smiling at me but the emotion I can see him burying tells me he heard our conversation.
He turns and shuts the door behind him. I get a glimpse of his coiled muscles, flexing as Mason moves, his t-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders.
“Are you alright to sit up?” Jace murmurs.
It takes a moment for his words to register, the smirk dancing on his lips not helping me focus.
I push myself up and J gives me space to sit up, leaning back against the bedhead. Immediately, sharp pins attack my mind, causing me to grit my teeth and try to fight through it.
A shiver rolls through me and J, sensing my intentions, pulls the sheets up to cover my legs.
Mase sits on the edge of the bed and carefully places the bowl of soup on my doona covered lap.
“Did you make this?” I ask Mase and he nods.
“Mav, Dom and Luc helped. How are you feeling?” He changes the subject, looking concerned.
“Okay,” I tell him as Jace says, “shit.”
I rotate my head and narrow my eyes on him. I instantly regret that when it heightens the pain in my head.
Mase pulls a box from off the bedhead. He reads the back before sliding out a packet of tablets and pops two from the packet.
“Take these, then eat, Angel.” Mase hands me them with a glass of water. My hand shakes with the effort it takes to hold the glass and I quickly swallow them.
