Page 26 of The Omega's Savior

There are sleek, black tiles on the floors and walls and a huge shower that could probably fit half a dozen people.

I almost turn around right then and there. Being alone in Jax’s amazing house makes things sink in. If he’s serious about wanting Summer and I to be a part of his life, this is what his life includes. I’d be fucking stupid if I didn’t get over myself and accept all that he’s offering. I’d finally be able to start saving for Summer’s college and things like that. I could maybe stop working at that bar.

But still, there’s a part of me that won’t shut up about how I shouldn’t trust all this, especially with how amazing things are.

I take off my clothes and fold them, putting them on the huge counter of the sink. I wince when I look at myself in the mirror. I avoided looking down at myself too much when I was getting changed earlier at the hospital because I just wanted to get the hell out of there, but I can’t avoid it in here.

I turn to the side and see the mottled purple, black, and blue bruising along my ribs. When I look at them, the boot shape of the bruises is really obvious. I tilt my neck up a bit to see the defined finger-shaped bruises there.

I think looking at the damage done to my body makes the reality of everything really set in because a wave of dizziness and exhaustion flow through my body and I have to slump against the sink. I lean my forehead against the cool counter and do my best to breathe the best I can with my sides screaming at me.

I should get going before I pass out on the tile floor.

As I start the shower and let the warm water flow over my body, soothing my sore and aching muscles, I remember the words Jax said earlier to my mom.

“She’s worlds stronger than you. Probably got more balls in her pinky finger than you do in your entire body. She’s nothing like you and never will be.”

It’s not the most romantic thing in the world and from what I know about Jax, that’s a pretty Jax-like statement. But still.

He thinks I’m strong. He thinks I’m nothing like my mom, even though I’ll admit, I haven’t been the sweetest to him.

Even though I know he thinks it already, I want to prove it to him. I want to prove to him that I am strong.

“I think we could make each other happy, Liv.”

He’s right. Fated-mate thing aside, if I didn’t have the truckload of baggage I carry and we met normally, I think I’d be drawn to him in the same way. His magnetizing smiles. His hilarious jokes. The way he can always tell when I’m too stuck inside my head.

He just seems to get me in a way no one’s ever really understood me in my entire life.

I finish my shower and wrap the big, fluffy towel around my body. I stand there for a second, just absorbing how great the softness feels against my skin. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a towel this soft.

I wrap another towel in my hair and crack open the bathroom door and peek back into the room. It’s empty, which isn’t particularly surprising.

What is surprising is the twinge I feel in my chest. I miss Jax.

I do see he’s left me a T-shirt and a pair of boxers on the bed for me, though. I pull up the shirt to my face and inhale, smelling Jax’s comforting firewood scent. It warms my body as if I’m sitting right next to one.

I put on the clothes and hang the towels back up in the bathroom before going to the bed and peeling back the blankets.

The moment I slide into bed and close my eyes, the world goes black.

* * *

I wake up to the sound of knocking at my door. When I open my eyes, I see Jax’s tall frame standing in the doorway.

I look outside through the windows and see that it’s dark out.

“How long was I out for?” I ask, sitting up against the pillows and yawning.

“A few hours,” He answers. “Can I come in?”

“I mean, it’s your house.”

“I told you earlier, this is your space,” He says, stubbornly not coming into the room.

I roll my eyes and give him a small smile. “Yeah, you can come in.”

He has a couple pills in his hand and a glass of water in his hand.

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