Page 60 of Tattooed Love

“You can’t shower by yourself. You will just have to wait for one of your brothers to come home,” Jaxsaid; like I would actually let that happen.

“Like hell I am having them help me in a shower!” I spat back. “I will be fine.”

“You can’t even pull yourself up,” he pointed out, before crossing his arms. “So how do you plan on bathing?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I am sure I’ll manage.”

“Fine, whatever,” Jax said as he rose from the armchair in resignation. “But at least have a bath or something. Make it easier on yourself.”

I reached out to pull the blankets back, but my face contorted in pain at the movement. I heard Jax grunt as he pulled the blankets back for me.

“Don’t say anything,” I hissed under my breath, as I pulled my legs around and lowered them to the floor.

I looked up at Jax, who stood a few feet away from me with his arms crossed.

“Could you run it for me? The spa?” I lowered my voice to a whisper. I hated asking him for anything but, at the same time, I didn’t think I would be able to turn the taps.

“Don’t move while I’m gone,” he grunted, before walking into my ensuite.

I heard the water gush into the spa. For the first time, I was actually grateful I had a spa in my ensuite.

Standing on my feet, I gripped the bedside table to find my balance. Wobbly, I began to walk in the direction of the ensuite. I wasn’t one to sit back and let a male be all controlling.

I had too much pride for that.

I gripped the doorframe for support as I made it into the ensuite. Jax was kneeling on the tiled floor, with his hand under the tap as he adjusted the temperature of the water.

I smiled at his back; this Jax I could get used to.

“I told you not to move,” he huffed, getting to his feet. “Would it kill you to listen for once?”

“Perhaps.” I smiled at him, “Um thanks.” I felt awkward even saying that word.

“Bet that tasted like acid,” he smirked, and I took in his tired eyes.

“Yeah a bit,” I admitted. I let go of the doorframe and walked in. I noticed how Jax braced himself, like he was ready to reach out and catch me at any moment.

“You can go,” I said slowly, lowering myself to the edge of the spa and sitting down. “Really, you look tired.”

“I’m not leaving you in here,” Jax crossed his arms.

“Why?” I frowned at him. “Scared I am going to drown myself?”

His expression was blank and his jaw was tightly clenched. “You have two options.”

“And they would be?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You can either get naked in front of me, or keep your underwear on.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I am joking?” He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. “Amber, you can’t wash yourself, so stop being stubborn. I don’t have the energy to fight with you.”

“So you are getting in with me?” I questioned, while trying to keep my eyes focused on his face and not let them drift all over his toned body.

“No. Now which option?” He kept his eyes on me, and I just stared blankly back at him. He let out a disgruntled sigh and ran a hand threw his hair. “Do you have to make this so hard?”

“I don’t like being weak,” I said as I stared at the tiled floor, “And I don’t like being helpless. You’re making me feel like a weak little female.”

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