This entire interaction left Carter cold as he tried to remain calm. Something wasn’t right. Every instinct inside him was screaming for him to protect Aaron at all costs.
Carter brushed the hair from Aaron’s forehead as Aaron continued to say things that made absolutely no sense to him. He glanced toward the door where Bastian and Hudson were hovering. And why was his brother giggling?
“Do we need an ambulance?” It came out as a question, but Carter was making more than just a simple suggestion. Why the hell were they just standing there?
“He’ll be fine in a few minutes. Just give him time,” Bastian replied.
Carter looked back down at the little guy. The color had returned to Aaron’s face and he was slowly blinking his green eyes. If this guy’s friend wasn’t worried, did that mean this happened often? That thought bothered Carter more than it should as he didn’t even know this guy.
Once again Carter’s gut instincts were screaming at him.
Instead of running away, Carter sat on the edge of the couch and picked up Aaron’s hand. He looked like an angel with the way his long hair fanned out round his face. Carter was starting to suspect that this guy was more of a fallen angel sent to disturb his perfectly controlled life.
* * * * *
Aaron
Ow! His head was pounding and it felt like his hand was trapped in a vise. He blinked open his eyes but the overheard light sent shards of pain into his head.
“Lights!” Aaron said with a whine.
Immediately the overhead lights were flicked off.
“Why are we not calling the paramedics?” Someone, voice deep and rough, demanded.
“He’ll be fine.”
That was Bastian. Good. He could at least trust that he wasn’t surrounded by strangers. Again.
Bas and Leo had been with Aaron through the visions he’d been dealing with since he was a child and knew what to do for him. The first couple of times that Aaron had received a vision had been confusing and terrifying. The visions were just so random and painful. Worse than the dreams that still plagued him.
“He doesn’t look fine!” That voice again. He sounded worried and angry and fucking hot. Aaron needed to look even if he knew that was dumb.
Squinting his eyes open, Aaron found the stranger leaning over him.
“Is…fine,” Aaron slurred. The hottie didn’t look convinced as he frowned at Aaron. While he’d love to stare into those dark eyes, Aaron couldn’t as tears collected in the corners of his own eyes. He always felt off right after a vision. Truthfully, Aaron was confused. He couldn’t even remember what had happened. With temples pulsing, Aaron slammed his eyes closed. He really didn’t want to throw up. Even if Aaron would much prefer to stare at the attractive man at his side.
“This is not fine! If you won’t call someone, I will!”
“Shh,” Aaron whined, waving his hand. His fingers hit a hard chest. Mmm, wide, muscular. He stroked over stiff material. Clothes sucked. Why was this hottie wearing clothes? If he wasa nice guy, he would take off his shirt to let Aaron feel him up properly. Yes, that sounded like an awesome idea!
His hand was caught and directed away from muscles. Aww, that was sad. Still, Aaron did like having his hand caught in the tight grip. Warmth filled him from the heat of the other man. Episodes like this often left Aaron feeling cold and empty.
“Can you at least get a cold cloth or something to put over his eyes?” the deep voice demanded.
Aaron really needed to figure out who this bossy man was.
“I’ll get it.”
Okay, that voice belonged to Hudson, Bastian’s mate, the newest member of their makeshift family. Which meant, oh shit, it was starting to come back. The attractive stranger with the deep voice and strong grip? That would be Hudson’s hot cop brother.
Aaron groaned. He did not to be drawing attention from the human authorities. He pulled his hand away, attempting to push up off…where was he again?
“No,” Hudson’s brother said as he pushed Aaron’s shoulder back down. “Stay.”
“Bossy,” Aaron mumbled. What was the brother’s name again?
A snort was his only response which in itself was a good response since Aaron quite liked being bossed around. Normally. Maybe not when his head felt like it wanted to split open. And he really needed to figure out what was going on.
