“Possibly, but I’m still sorry it stressed you out.”
“No more apologies.”
“No more apologies.” I say. I press my lips to his one more time before pulling back with a smile. “Now, we actually need to get clean because we’re on borrowed time with the hot water.”
“Done. I think I’m going to need a bed in two minutes anyway because I’m fucking exhausted,” he says.
“I can help with that.”
I move to grab my little silicone scrubber before loading it up with soap. I wash him carefully before he snags it from me and reciprocates. I quickly shut off the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel. I hand one to James as he gingerly steps out, and I can tell he’s close to collapsing.
“Do you have fresh bandages for those?” I point to his wounds.
“In the hospital bag by the front door.”
Huh, didn’t even see that.
“Okay, stay here and I’ll go grab it.” I book it out the living room, thankful for my small house, and return back to my bedroom only to find James spread out onto my bed, buck-ass naked.
“You are a sight to behold. Just saying,” I tell him as I walk around the side and start laying out the supplies.
“Absolutely same, Trouble,” he says with a smirk.
It takes me a couple of minutes to dress his injuries with his direction, and I look up to see his eyes drooping.
I toss the towel on the floor before crawling into bed next to him.
“I love you,” I sigh out as I curl up to his uninjured side.
“I love you too,” he barely manages to get out before a soft snore starts.
He’s right. It’ll be a long, hard road for both of us.
But we’ll be okay.
Chapter 35
Oakley
The ringing of my phone startles me out of a deep sleep.
It’s reminiscent of only a few days ago when all of our lives changed irrevocably. This sense of déjà vu hits me hard, and I cautiously grab my phone. Willow rolls over, facing me as she blinks her eyes open.
“Tell them to fuck off.” Her voice is raspy with sleep and so fucking adorable.
“Wish I could, Trouble.” I show herKellen WoodcroftCallingon my phone, and she immediately wakes up and sits up.
“Yeah,” I grunt out as I answer.
“Be on the ready. We held them off as long as we could, but the media has descended.”
“Fuck,” I groan and tip my head back.
“I’m shocked it took this long, honestly.”
“I am too. I just forgot this part of the job,” I tell him.
“Rosedale is basically covered in news vans right now, and it’s only a matter of hours before they head your way. I’ve already called Sheriff Arlo, and he’s preparing the town for the invasion.”
