Page 15 of Purgatory
“That sounds... wonderful actually. Thank you. Yes, please.”
Cole looks back to Hawk, “Could you maybenotget distracted again and possibly go cut her up an apple, as well, please? We’ll meet you down there in a sec.”
“You got it,Doc. I’ll have it ready and waiting so you cangive it to her.”He looks back to me with a wink.
That’s a little alarming... I’m not sure if the innuendo was meant to be one or if I'm just hearing things.
Nooooo. He didn’t hear me from earlier. Nope. Didn’t happen.
Even with my shallow reassurance, I still find the need to avert my eyes so as to not look at either of them with potential shame broadcasting out from myself. Little help it does, however, because I can feel my face turning a bright shade of red. A curse of being pale, my emotions always show, just like Tinker Bell.
Hawk lets out a small but blatantly confirming snicker, complete with a sexy as hell smirk as he leaves the room.
OH. MY. FUCK!
I’ll take that shovel now, please.
After successfully confirming that Hawk had indeed overheard my sleepy sexcapades, I slink my body under the bedsheets and hide my head in my hands.
Jeez Louise, that’s embarrassing.
Hawk didn’t seem put off by it, though, even if it was about his friend.... In fact, he seemed fairly attracted to me, if my radar was functioning properly. He was going to kiss me. Ijust know it. He was right there... and would have if Cole hadn’t walked in. And I wanted it to happen... badly. Hawk is, like, David Beckham hot only less ‘poshy’ and definitely less British if his sun-kissed tan and lack of an accent have anything to contribute...
Fuck, Cole is hot as hell too! I mean, that’s obvious, given the nature of my interrupted dream. His slight ginger scruff, cropped copper hair and inquisitive, green eyes the color of a forest after a long spring rain. I can get lost in those emerald gems and wind up in Oz or Ireland messing about with all different kinds of little people if I’m not careful. We don’t even need to say how toned they are. They probably have a gym hidden around here somewhere and just spend hours a day adding muscle to muscle. What else do they have to do every day besides rescuing damsels like myself and working out like fucking Spartans? Not eat cake, that’s for damn sure! Let's face it, I don’t stand a chance against all of the sexiness hiding in this house and I haven’t even met the last one yet... Jax, right?
Girl, calm your tits. You JUST met them. You can’t jump their bones already.
“Yeah? That’s what you think. I’ll do what I want with the sexy beasts...”
Cole turns towards me, an inquisitive brow raised, second guessing if he heard that right. Chuckling softly, he asks “uh...come again?”
Oh, I'll come as many times as you want me to, Doc...NO dammit, control yourself and your damn hormones you slutty wench!
I look up at him, feigning innocence, “Huh? I didn’t say anything...” then dart my eyes away for good measure. He can’t tell if I'm fibbing if he can’t look into my eyes... right? RIGHT? I sneak a look back at him to see if it worked.
OMG, he’s smiling now.... he fucking heard it.... son of aBITCH! I’m never going to live this down...
“Ok, darlin’... You ready to head down?” He chuckles a little as he asks before offering me a hand to move out of the bed.
With a sigh, I take his hand and stand up, immediately drawing a gasp from my lips and making my eyes widen when I remember I'm wearing nothing but my bra and shorts. He’s already seen me like this, so I shouldn’t be so concerned, but I still can’t help but try my best to cover up my top half and look to Cole for some help.
He doesn’t though. He just stands there like a Roman statue, staring directly at my tits. My lack of social interaction must be firing on all cylinders today because, as if I’ve been carved from marble myself, I, too, freeze at his ogling. Just the two of us, standing motionless like we’re in some freaky art exhibit at The Met. Fabulous.
Something must have zapped his brain right that second, however, because he snaps out of it, shaking his head and runs to the dresser to retrieve a t-shirt without looking. It's not mine, which is clearly still folded neatly on top of the dresser, and is a little big but, whatever, it’s clean and will do. “Here you go.” He hands over the shirt with an outstretched hand, stalls for a second then turns around to... offer privacy? Little late but I’ll take the act of chivalry, thank you.
“Thanks...” I toss the shirt on. It's made of that super soft cotton fabric that just makes you want to wrap yourself in it and groan at how good it feels on your skin. Oh, it's the little luxuries, I tell you.
I edge out an “O.K.” and Cole turns around, taking in the shirt he gave me and letting out a little smile. I look down, suddenly self-conscious, and see what he’s reacting to. The shirt he gave me has a picture of two sad, little baby T-rexes with the phrase “If you’re happy and you know it... oh no...” Igiggle to myself and any lingering anxiety dwindles to nearly nothing.
Cole leads me out of the bedroom and down the hallway, gesturing to a few of the other doors on our way to the stairs. He makes a note of his and Hawk’s bedrooms across the hall from the one I was in, a bathroom and a linen closet before he stops at the landing and points to the far end. “Before we go any further, that room next to yours,” Cole points down the hallway to the very last room, “...is Jax’s room. Do yourself a favor and stay away from it. Don’t go into it. Don’t even look at it. Just leave it alone. He likes his space. Think of it like his sanctuary.”
I nod. Filing the danger zone in the back of my head for future reference.
“If you need anything just knock on either my or Hawk’s door. We don’t mind.”
“Got it. No going in the West Wing.”
He lets out laugh, “Good one. Beauty and the Beast, right? Well, I can definitely see that.”
