Page 123 of Set the Moment
I should’ve been there. Had I been there he would’ve gotten help quicker or maybe wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place.
“Stop it.”
Looking up at him, I furrow my brows and pout. “Stop what?”
“Stop pitying me and blaming yourself. That asshole was going to hit me regardless,” he huffs, kissing my forehead.
I know he’s right, but a piece of me just won’t accept that.
“Well, are you hungry? I can call for some grilled cheese and maybe I can find a way to get cookies in here and—”
Jace’s small laugh stops my rambling. “I am fine. Besides, you practically died. I should be the one asking if you’re okay.”
At the mention of my allergic reaction earlier, I sigh. I know it was something I had gotten from Daisy, but I highly doubt she gave me something that she knew I was allergic to. It could’ve just been an accident.
A nearly tragic one…
Jace shifts us in the bed to where I’m laying fully on his chest.
“This is the life…” he mumbles, kissing the top of my head as I relax into him.
I wish we could stay like this forever, cuddling and living quietly.
“Yeah…too bad I have the showcase tomorrow,” I say, wrapping my arm around his waist as he makes a gruff noise.
“Nuh-uh.”
“What do you mean?” I raise a brow at him as he pulls away from me, pulling out his phone.
Jace smirks down at the screen, typing away before responding smartly. “You heard me, you’re staying here. You almost died not even three hours ago, and you think you’re about to go prancing on stage tomorrow? We don’t even know how you ended up having the reaction, and I’ll be damned if I watch you almost die again.”
My resolve softens as I look at him. “Do you think that I’m going to just crumble up and die if I hit the stage tomorrow? It was an allergic reaction! People have them all the time. I’m okay, Jace.”
“You’re okay now, but a few hours ago, I thought you were dead, Sienna. So, the answer is no. I already emailed your professor— you’re not performing tomorrow, and that’s the end of it.”
When he looks up from his phone, his brow raised at me as if to saytest me, my stomach does a flip. Jace had gotten rid of his shirt the moment we’d gotten settled in the hospital bed, his blonde waves tousled and mussed from him running his fingers through it, and he’d been wearing black rimmed blue light glasses.
I frown at him. Fine. If he wants to be that way, then so be it.
“No is still no, babe…Keep pouting, though,” he says with a small laugh just as the door to the room opens.
“How’s my favorite sick bitch and…you? I guess. How ya feeling, Si Si?” Georgia asks, rounding the corner to my side of the bed as Jace groans.
“Uh…Thank you for asking about me, seeing as I broke my wrist! Besides, why are you here?! We could’ve been naked!” he exclaims, folding his arms awkwardly over his chest.
“Gross, dude. This is a hospital.” Dereks familiar voice calls out as he appears behind Georgia, entering the room still in athletic wear.
Snickering, I look between Derek and Georgia.
“How was the game?” I ask, steering the conversation from a blondie meltdown as Derek steps in.
“Kicked their asses, as usual. How’s the asshole beside you?” he asks with short laugh as Jace flips him.
“Grumpy as usual.”
The December air chills around Derek and I as we briskly walk towards the entrance of a cafe just a few minutes from campus.
One thing that I’ve learned about Derek since we’ve become reluctant friends is that the kid can eat. He’s always snacking or sending me videos of new food places.
