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“Are you going to be okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed as he carefully put me down.
“Yes.”
I pulled his shirt off and handed it to him.
“Thank you for the shirt.”
His breath hitched as he stared at me, before running his fingers along the twisting snake on my shoulder.
“When did you get it?”
“When I turned twenty-one.”
Layne, Trina, and I all got different tattoos when Trina turned nineteen.
“It’s beautifully poisonous, just like you.”
“Ouch,” I hissed as I stepped into the bathtub. The hot water was like a spray of salt on my bruised skin.
Fucking Dex.
It had already been a long day, and the morning had barely even started.
After a few minutes, the pill kicked in, and the pain began to fade.
Asher leaned against the door, his eyes focused on mine as if we had been doing this all our fucking life.
“Are you not leaving?” I asked.
“I’m keeping an eye on you. What if you fainted?”
“I won’t.”
“You broke his heart, didn’t you?” Asher’s voice was softer, gentler. “You destroyed him. That Declan…”
“He didn’t have a heart,” I said with a frown as warm water sloshed against my body. “That’s why he became a heart surgeon. He was looking to see if he was the only one.”
“No. You took his heart. I could see it. He wasn’t pushed only by anger. He was hurt too. He was—”
“I’m done with the bath,” I said, cutting him off.
Asher hummed. “Want towels?”
I nodded, and he walked away, looking comfortable in my home.
What the hell was I doing here? Playing house with Asher?
This is insanity.
He walked back in, towels slung over his shoulder. He pushed a hand forward, and I took it. He lifted me out of the water and wrapped a towel around my body before handing the second one to me.
“You should go. They’ll be checking the rooms about now, right?”
“Will you be okay?” he asked. “You should go see a doctor just in case. The hospital can survive a day without you.”
“I’m fine. Go,” I said with a wave. He stared at me for a second, brows knitted.
“Okay, but…” He stopped and shrugged. “I’ll see you then, Doc.”
