I whimper.
“What is it?”
“My head hurts so bad.”
“Didn’t the doctors give you medicine?”
“Yes, and a prescription, but it only lessens the pain.”
“I’ll get you some ice to put on your eye.”
“Thank you.”
A few minutes later, Art returns. He lies on the bed beside me, guiding my head onto his chest to hold the bag of ice on my eye. He runs his fingers through my hair. I relax against him, enjoying the scalp massage he’s giving me.
“I saw you watching us.”
“I was not watching,” I sputter.
“You were.”
“I wasn’t. So are you all in a poly-relationship now?” I ask.
He laughs. “Not hardly.”
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.”
“So, you admit you were watching.”
“I just glanced.”
“If you say so.”
“What the fuck is this?” Trevor snarls.
“Art got some ice for me because my eye is killing me.”
“I can take over from here.”
The instant tension in my bedroom is suffocating.
“Art, please go. We already had enough excitement for one night.” I’m so exhausted. I can’t deal with this right now.
Art gently lowers my head onto the pillow, then guides my hand to the bag of ice before leaving. Trevor takes the space Art vacated seconds ago.
“That was really stupid, Cin.”
“So I’ve been told,” I deadpan.
“This is serious!”
I wince. “Lower your voice.”
“I’m sorry. I was stupid for not breaking it up when you asked me to.”
“I know.”
“Rub it in, why don’t you?” he jokes then his tone turns serious. “I don’t like that he was holding you.”
