“What? No! Sheesh.” What sort of help would she need? “Out!”
“And you think we’re the bossy ones,” he grumbled. “Call for me when you’re done.”
She sighed as she used the toilet and got up to wash her hands. A squeal left her mouth as she took in her appearance.
Holy. Moly. She looked terrible.
“What’s wrong? Are you ready to come out yet?” Eli asked.
“Um, give me a second,” she said as she washed her face and tidied up her hair. She wished there was a toothbrush in here.
What sort of breath must she have? And she desperately needed a shower.
Walking over, she opened the door. Eli stood on the other side, his hands on his hips as he glared at her. “Why are you walking?”
“Eli, nothing happened to my legs! I went into anaphylactic shock. That doesn’t mean that my legs don’t work. I’m fine today. I could have gone for a run with Kellan.”
Although he’d left before she’d woken up.
“Like hell,” he said, picking her up and carrying her back to the bed. He laid her in and pulled the covers over her before sitting and facing her.
Then he cupped her chin, tilting her head back. “You’re precious. And you deserve to be treated as such. Maybe that means we’re a teensy bit overprotective. But I’d rather that than you get hurt.”
Shoot.
Well, that stopped her complaints. Wouldn’t she prefer that they cared too much than not at all?
Definitely yes.
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. It didn’t take long until she was melting into the kiss and parting her lips.
Then she remembered the fact that she hadn’t brushed her teeth.
Oh no!
She drew her head back so quickly that she smacked into the headboard behind her. A groan of pain escaped her before she could stop it.
“Fuck!” he said. “Are you all right? Did you hurt your head? Oh, baby. Let me see.”
“I’m fine. It was just a small bump.” She rubbed her head, trying to hold back her tears at the sting.
Ouch.
She really was having a rough time.
He leaned her forward and gently pressed on her head. Arabella hissed as he touched a sore patch.
“There’s a small lump. Nothing too bad.” He helped her sit back and then held up three fingers.
“How many fingers can you see?” he asked.
“Eighty-two.”
He eyed her. “Eighty-two? How many people are in here? Twenty?”
She snorted then froze.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
