Chapter 13: Harry
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The soft click of the lock had my head turning towards the door.
Was there someone out there just now?
I was about to stand up to go have a look but Callie’s weak squeeze on my hand seized my full attention. I eased back on the bed and smiled down at her.
“Is that a grimace or a smile? You know you look like a Monet to me now, right?”
A deep rumble vibrated in my chest.
Only this girl could comfort my nerves when she was the one I was worried about and who needed the comforting.
I slid under the sheets beside her, gently scooting us both so I wouldn’t be hanging off the edge of the bed. I slipped an arm under her head, careful not to bump it, and she raised it up lightly before settling in. I gave her bandaged forehead a soft kiss, reaching out for her glasses that were placed on the bedside table. I unfolded and slipped them on the bridge of her nose.
“You should really consider wearing contact lenses, sweet,” I murmured in her hair, filling my lungs with the familiar white musk scent that I loved so much.
She snorted, my lips curling up at the sound.
“I tried. Got itchy eyes the whole day, remember?”
I glanced down at her to see her cute nose scrunch up at the memory.
“Never again,” she said firmly with a sigh. “Besides, imagine me losing consciousness while wearing them, it’d be a pain when I wake up and they would have slipped right at the back of my eyes.”
My eyes darken at the mention of her attack and from the way she peeked up at me, I knew she noticed my sudden frigidity.
“How bad was it?”
Goddamn, I hate the way her brows furrowed in worry. This wasn’t her fault. It’s those girls. Damn, I should’ve protected her better. This was all on me.
I laid another kiss on her forehead. “Don’t you worry about it.”
I’ll handle it. That’s a promise.
Nobody hurts my baby.
Callie tried once again to sit up, slowly this time, but she still had to pinch her eyes close due to vertigo, most probably.
“Easy.” I tried easing her back to the bed but the stubborn girl shook my hands away from her shoulder. I didn’t let go but loosened my grasp.
“Am I in trouble?”
My involuntary intake of breath made her visibly shiver. The tight expression on my face loosened at her reaction and I tightened my arms on her shoulder.
It wasn’t her fault.
Before I could comfort her, a nurse came in.
Oddly, she was carrying a brown paper bag on one hand while she had a board on the other holding it against her chest.
“Excuse me,” she said, eyes locking on Callie and I on the bed together. “I’m sorry to interrupt, just need to check on her.”
“Sure.”
I made a show of moving a little bit to provide some space, but I didn’t get up neither did I remove my arm from around Callie.
The nurse approached carefully, waiting if I’d actually move, shook her head when she realized I won’t, and proceeded to round the bed to get to Callie’s side. She placed the paper bag on the bedside and asked Callie a few questions about how she felt.
“Dr. Brennan will be with you in a moment,” she said, finishing her scribble on her chart. “Oh, and someone brought this for you,” she motioned with her pen towards the brown bag before leaving without another word.
Callie’s tiny squeal permeated my ears.
“You ordered this for me?” Her tiny head came up from peering deeply into the paper bag on her lap.
I helped her take the contents out. There were three containers with different types of sushi and sashimi. There was also wasabi and soy sauce included.
Callie excitedly opened up one. I grabbed her wrist before she could pop one maki in her mouth.
“I didn’t order these.”
She just shrugged her shoulders and continued moving her hand towards her opened lips. I moved in quickly, swallowing the pungent piece of raw fish and rice and barely touching her sweet red lips with mine. The shiver that ran down my body almost made me paralyzed.
In seconds, I had chewed the disgusting maki in a mush and swallowed it hard. This time, the shiver had nothing to do with Callie.
“Still gross,” I firmly stated, grimacing with my tongue out.
When I looked back at her, I saw her cute little face in shock, gaping at me. I used a finger to close her mouth.
I swear I could still taste her sweetness despite what I had eaten.
I would have pried her lips open with my tongue if I wasn’t afraid that would wake her up, freaked out, and thus losing my chance.
“Have you ever heard of not taking things from strangers?”
I stood up to grab two water bottles from the fridge and handed her one. With it, I washed the fishy taste off my mouth, wishing it was her juices instead riding my tastebuds off the revolting flavor.
I watched Callie take huge gulps of the water, her throat bobbing up and down, putting me in a trance.
The many things I dreamt of doing with that tight throat of hers.
I had to be wary of my growing erection at the sound of her deep sigh when she was done drinking.
“I never knew I was this thirsty.”
Her glistening plump lips were not helping nor did that comment about being thirsty.
She regarded me with slanted eyes. “But you ate it. And you’re fine.” Her arms crossed under her young bosoms, hard tiny n*pples protruding through the thin hospital gown. “Besides, how do we know Fely didn’t send it?”
Get a grip on yourself, Harry.
I gave her a smile. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I just risked my life so you’d know if it’s safe to eat that garbage.”
Callie stuck her tongue out at me, “It’s much healthier than your greasy preference.”
This girl was just riling me up, even if she didn’t mean to.
“But you’re right.”
I gave her a raised brow.
“I haven’t thanked you for... helping me.”
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