“I promise I won’t watch any of the good stuff without you.”
“You aren’t bored here, are you? I can get you whatever you want, whatever would make you happy,” I promise her.
Her forehead rests on my chest, and she nods. “I’m happy, Bram. I’m just tired and don’t feel so good. Send Ethan up before you leave?”
“Okay,liefje,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
She brushes her teeth, and I help her back into bed.
“Text me if you want me and Max to pick up anything on our way home.”
“You’re driving together?” she asks happily, even though the dark circles under her eyes tell me a different story.
I wish she would tell me what’s going on or talk to someone about it. I’ve spent most of my days and nights with the Omega since I’ve been recovering, but she’s very good at putting up a facade.
Something’s going on in her head, and I wish she would just talk to me.
“Of course, we’re going to and from the same place. Why wouldn’t we?” I say, not wanting to upset her.
“It makes me happy,” she says, snuggling up against the pillow.
I kiss the top of her head again. “Get some sleep. I’ll send Ethan up.”
“Thank you.”
I grab my clothes and head downstairs where Ethan and Max are both eating breakfast.
“Sloane woke up throwing up. She said she’s fine, but she’d like for you to go be with her,” I direct toward Ethan.
“You sure she’s okay?” Max asks, getting up from his stool and glancing upstairs.
Ethan has a different look on his face. “I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll go check on her. I’ll text you if anything is wrong.”
“Thanks,” Max and I say at the same time.
We take our breakfasts to go, and as soon as we’re in the car, Max says exactly what I was thinking.
“Something is up with those two,” he says.
“Right?” I agree.
“Ever since the accident, they’ve both been different,” Max says.
While Max and I probably took the brunt of the medical issues during the accident—I was passed out, and he was so full of adrenaline trying to save my life—Ethan and Sloane were hopelessly waiting on shore. Apparently, she didn’t know if I was dead or alive for some time.
“Do you think it’s the trauma from the accident?”
“That was my best guess? I mean, they haven’t been distant, but the fact she hasn’t brought up bonding has been odd to me.”
When did Max and I start being on the same exact page? It’s honestly kind of crazy.
Well, no, it’s really not. After the accident, I knew we would be starting over, but I guess I didn’t expect to start having the same feelings I did my rookie year.
Max is fun and kind. Not to mention he’s held a lot of shit down around the house while I’ve been out while still managing his place with the Foxes.
Against my better wishes, I may have a growing crush on the Alpha I used to hate. Not that I’ll act on it, but if he did? I’m not quite sure how I would react, but I don’t think I’d push him away.
Not that he’s interested.
