soup.”
I smile and stare into his beautiful milk chocolate eyes.
“Thank you, for being here with me all night. You didn’t have to do that.”
He leans over and brushes his lips across my cheek. “It was no problem.”
I scoff. “I doubt that, but thank you anyway.”
He slides out of the bed with a groan. “I have to go.”
I sigh and stare over at him as he picks up his phone from the nightstand.
“I’ll come and check on you at lunch time, ok?”
I nod and bite my lip. I wish he didn’t have to go…
“Do you have to go?”
He grins at me and walks over, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m the Speaker of the house, of course I do. Take some aspirin and drink heaps of water, you’re hot. Oh and make sure you eat, I mean it, sweet girl.”
Then he’s gone, just like that. With a sigh, I slump back into the pillows. Screw the aspirin, I need sleep.
CHAPTER 11
“Hey, Sierra, wake up.”
I groan and shift, my body is hot and covered in a fine sheen of sweat . I just love coming down from an illness. I open my eyes and see Marcus staring down at me with a concerned look on his face. I lick my dry lips and peer over at the table beside me that holds, no doubt cold by now, chicken soup. I didn’t eat like he told me to. Whoops. I force a smile to my face even though it hurts to do that.
“You didn’t eat or drink, did you?”
I frown. “I was so tired, I just…couldn’t.”
“You’re probably so severely dehydrated, you need to drink,” Marcus says in a firm tone.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sit,” he orders and then grips my arms and gently sits me up. He grips the jug of water and pours a glass before handing it to me. I sip it and it soothes my dry, sore throat. Marcus touches my forehead, sighs loudly, then reaches over and grasps the bottle of aspirin. He drops two into his palm and thrusts them at me.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, dropping the aspirin onto my tongue and swallowing them down.
“No, I’m just…well…yeah I am mad at you. Do you know what can happen if you get dehydrated?”
I sigh, he’s right. “I’m sorry, I’m usually at home sulking with my mother when I’m sick. She’s that kind of mom you know? I would kill to be with her right now,” I whisper, suddenly feeling homesick. My mother always takes care of me when I’m sick. Childish I know, but it feels good to have someone look out for you when you’re not feeling well.
Marcus stands and strides over to my cupboard and opens it, gripping a dress. He leans down and picks up a pair of sandals before turning to stride back towards the bed with a determined expression.
“Up, dressed.”
I blink at him, confused. “Why?”
“I’m taking you to your mom.”
“My mom lives two hours away!”
“Then we’ll stay the night, come on.”
We? He’s coming with me? To my parents’ house? Oh god…uh oh.
“I won’t tell them we’re together,” he says, reading my expression. “I will just drop you off if you like, and I can come back in the morning?”
I shake my head. “No, I wouldn’t ask you to do that. You can stay, it would make my mother and my sisters’ night.”
He smiles, then strokes my cheek. “How long since you’ve seen them?”
“About three months.”
“They’ll be excited then?”
I grin. “You have no idea.”
He helps me out of the bed with a small, sweet smile on those beautiful lips. He lifts my shirt over my head and slides my dress on. I stare at him the entire time, warmed by the beautiful, caring side he is showing me. He is busy, I know he is and yet he’s finding time to help me.
“Won’t it be a problem if you leave a night?”
He shrugs. “I will take my laptop and phone with me, I can do most things on that. As for staying away a night, I do it all the time.”
I nod, slipping on my shoes. My body aches and I groan when I get to my feet. Marcus grips my elbow and gently helps me gather a few things. I turn and wrap my arms around his
I smile and stare into his beautiful milk chocolate eyes.
“Thank you, for being here with me all night. You didn’t have to do that.”
He leans over and brushes his lips across my cheek. “It was no problem.”
I scoff. “I doubt that, but thank you anyway.”
He slides out of the bed with a groan. “I have to go.”
I sigh and stare over at him as he picks up his phone from the nightstand.
“I’ll come and check on you at lunch time, ok?”
I nod and bite my lip. I wish he didn’t have to go…
“Do you have to go?”
He grins at me and walks over, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m the Speaker of the house, of course I do. Take some aspirin and drink heaps of water, you’re hot. Oh and make sure you eat, I mean it, sweet girl.”
Then he’s gone, just like that. With a sigh, I slump back into the pillows. Screw the aspirin, I need sleep.
CHAPTER 11
“Hey, Sierra, wake up.”
I groan and shift, my body is hot and covered in a fine sheen of sweat . I just love coming down from an illness. I open my eyes and see Marcus staring down at me with a concerned look on his face. I lick my dry lips and peer over at the table beside me that holds, no doubt cold by now, chicken soup. I didn’t eat like he told me to. Whoops. I force a smile to my face even though it hurts to do that.
“You didn’t eat or drink, did you?”
I frown. “I was so tired, I just…couldn’t.”
“You’re probably so severely dehydrated, you need to drink,” Marcus says in a firm tone.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sit,” he orders and then grips my arms and gently sits me up. He grips the jug of water and pours a glass before handing it to me. I sip it and it soothes my dry, sore throat. Marcus touches my forehead, sighs loudly, then reaches over and grasps the bottle of aspirin. He drops two into his palm and thrusts them at me.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask, dropping the aspirin onto my tongue and swallowing them down.
“No, I’m just…well…yeah I am mad at you. Do you know what can happen if you get dehydrated?”
I sigh, he’s right. “I’m sorry, I’m usually at home sulking with my mother when I’m sick. She’s that kind of mom you know? I would kill to be with her right now,” I whisper, suddenly feeling homesick. My mother always takes care of me when I’m sick. Childish I know, but it feels good to have someone look out for you when you’re not feeling well.
Marcus stands and strides over to my cupboard and opens it, gripping a dress. He leans down and picks up a pair of sandals before turning to stride back towards the bed with a determined expression.
“Up, dressed.”
I blink at him, confused. “Why?”
“I’m taking you to your mom.”
“My mom lives two hours away!”
“Then we’ll stay the night, come on.”
We? He’s coming with me? To my parents’ house? Oh god…uh oh.
“I won’t tell them we’re together,” he says, reading my expression. “I will just drop you off if you like, and I can come back in the morning?”
I shake my head. “No, I wouldn’t ask you to do that. You can stay, it would make my mother and my sisters’ night.”
He smiles, then strokes my cheek. “How long since you’ve seen them?”
“About three months.”
“They’ll be excited then?”
I grin. “You have no idea.”
He helps me out of the bed with a small, sweet smile on those beautiful lips. He lifts my shirt over my head and slides my dress on. I stare at him the entire time, warmed by the beautiful, caring side he is showing me. He is busy, I know he is and yet he’s finding time to help me.
“Won’t it be a problem if you leave a night?”
He shrugs. “I will take my laptop and phone with me, I can do most things on that. As for staying away a night, I do it all the time.”
I nod, slipping on my shoes. My body aches and I groan when I get to my feet. Marcus grips my elbow and gently helps me gather a few things. I turn and wrap my arms around his
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