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“I hear you’re quite the jewelry maker.” I recognize the smile in her tone as my eyes begin to focus on the place her voice is coming from. “Mr. Sinclair here has been showing off the pieces he’s secretly purchased from you over the years.” I hear Holy growl and sigh. I love that sound.
“I knew it was you,” I tell him as I turn to see his blurry face. Lifting my hand to his lips, I’m alarmed at the bruising on my arm.
He winces. “Sorry, babe. I needed to get fluids in you, and I wasn’t exactly gentle with the IV.” Shocked, I can only stare. I had no idea.
“He didn’t do too terrible, but I knew if we didn’t get something else in you, it was going to look worse,” Selena explains as she points the IV on my other arm.
“How long?” My throat is raw, and speaking hurts like a bitch.
“Six days,” Holy replies, and I feel a little sick. “Now that you’re awake, it’ll likely be a few more before they let me take you home.” I glance at Selena for confirmation, and she nods before sitting beside me on the bed.
“You were near death when you arrived.” Her deep breath is heavy as she releases it. “I’ll be honest, the reason Mr. Sinclair fought so hard for me to be your nurse is that there have been rumors for years that I’m able to make a person feel better with a simple touch.” She rolls her eyes. “I like to think it’s my dashing personality, but he’s right, I can. Not to the capacity that you’re able to; however, I can soothe emotions. Help in the sense that I make an emotional impact on a person.”
“You’re an empath, too?” I had no idea there were others out there like me.
“I am, darling, and I’d really like to help you in any way I can once you’re better.” Her smile is so warm and welcoming.
“I’d like that.” Tears float to the surface again, and I hate it, but for once, they’re from relief instead of fear or agony or flat-out sadness.
“Good.” She pats my hand. “You get some rest, and we’ll talk more later.” I nod because I’m too choked up to speak.
As soon as she’s gone, Holy leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss filled with desperation, and I quickly get lost in his sphere. Right where I want to be.
“Fuck, baby, you can’t do that shit to me again. You feel me dying, fucking let me go.” His hand has wrapped around my throat while he says this and slowly moves up to grip my jaw so I’m unable to look away from him. “You’re worth more than me.”
Swallowing, I allow the tears to escape as I say, “There would have been no me without you, Holy. I can’t live if you don’t.” My eyes stare into his intense gaze. “I don’t want to. You die, I die.”
“Fuck, woman.” This kiss is more brutal. It’s fierce, and we fight for dominance even as his touch grows gentle, and I know I won’t win. His tongue pushes through my lips as I taste the coffee on his breath, needing more of him.
Holy crawls into bed with me. Shoving the blankets to the side, he settles between my legs and creates the connection we both desperately seek until we need to breathe again.
“You can’t fucking say that shit, Del, especially when I can’t fuck you afterwards and show you how much you mean to me.” Caressing along my throat, he squeezes gently, giving me the firm hand he thinks I need.
“I don’t need you to show me, Holy, I can feel it.” And I do; there’s a frantic and desperate urgency inside him to express what he feels, but I absorb it with every touch. He’s reckless and impulsive in his love for me. I would even go so far as to say it isn’t love he feels at all but something more.
Something obsessive and compulsive. Leaving him with a hopelessness when he’s away from me in the same way I feel when he’s gone.
“Tell me what you feel in me,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss down my neck.
“A vicious and dangerous desire to keep me by your side. A reckless and drastic craving for us to become one. I feel your burning obsession to keep me as yours, and Holy, I feel the same.” In ways I never would have imagined or dreamed up because there is nothing I want more than to belong to Holy Sinclair and for him to be mine in return.
“Christ, Del, you pull it all out of me,” he groans as he moves to lie beside me. Tucking me into his chest, I allow his emotions to overtake me and drive out all the pain and agony I’ve been feeling since I was taken from him. This man completes me in ways I never would have imagined or desired for myself.
My exhaustion finally wins out as Holy lulls me into a deep sleep that is more restful than what I’ve had in the past week of unconsciousness.
* * *
“You need to leave, Nico.” CJ’s voice penetrates my mind as I slowly begin to wake up.
“No can do. Holy asked me to make sure no one came in.” He’s smug. I wish they’d just get together already. CJ has been half in love with the man since we were teenagers, but he’s a stubborn asshole who won’t even consider her because of their age difference.
“I don’t care. You can do it from the hallway,” she hisses at him, and I can almost picture her nails flicking out like claws to scratch at him.
“Where is Holy?” I ask to break them up.
“Oh god, Del, I’m sorry. This ape refuses to leave.” She turns to glare at him.
“You two really should just fuck already,” I mutter, not meaning to say it out loud. Tears spring to CJ’s eyes, and she won’t look at him now.
