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We stood, and he grabbed one of the large, fluffy towels and held it between us.
“Strip,” he commanded.
“But—” I looked toward the door of the in-suite bathroom; there really was no reason why I couldn’t just go in there.
However, Damen didn’t appear to notice. “Throw your pajamas on the floor. I’ll take them to the laundry room.”
Damen was throwing me off, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. I’d woken up quite grouchy, but now I was only curious. No one had everbotheredtrying to help me before during this lovely time, and despite the fact that it made no sense at all, I found myself obeying him without thinking.
I wasn’t even embarrassed as I pulled my pajamas over my head and dropped them into a pile.
“Okay.” I was naked, but he’d still held the towel in the air between us. Strangely enough though, I wasn’t nervous at all. Which was ironic because there’d been plenty of moments in the past when I felt that he’d be the most likely of the boys to sneak a peek. But there was something in his mannerisms that honestly made me feel that being a pervert was the last thing on his mind.
He didn’t say anything as he wrapped the towel around me without looking away from my face, then, as he stopped in front of me once more, grabbed my wrist, turning my palm up between us, and dropped two white pills into my hand.
“What’s this?” I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen these before. Since my last ordeal, any manner of unmarked medication made me wary.
“Pain medicine,” he stated, holding up a bottle of orange juice that already had a straw in it. “You said that you had issues. Don’t worry, it’syourprescription. Trinity signed off on a script when we got back.”
The strange feeling of contentment began to fade, and I looked at him in suspicion. “Why would she do that?”
“Because we asked her to. We don’t want to see you hurting, and you refuse to ask for help.” Damen didn’t seem to understand how close he was to that fine line between acceptable behavior and being overbearing. Hadn’t he learned anything about me? “Don’t worry, we didn’t tell her anything.” He waved his hand in the air dismissively. “She trusts Julian’s judgement.”
“His judgement?” I asked and my pulse began to calm. “What does that have to do with—”
“Julian is still listed as your medical provider,” Damen replied with a shrug. “And he’s able to prescribe you medicine, just as long as his mother or another doctor signs off on it.”
The short flare of my anger faded, leaving behind an empty hollowness in its wake.
I truly and honestly did not understand—why did they care so much? Normal men would just ignore this was even a thing, but my guys had even gone out of their way to make sure that I wouldn’t be hurting.
Was it really that important to them?
“There.” Damen cupped my hand and lifted the medicine closer to my face. “You’re hurting, right?”
“A little…” I muttered, glancing away.
“Then go ahead, baby girl,” he said. “You’ll feel better, and you can spend all day in the library if you want. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you when it’s time for another. So you can relax.”
My skin felt warm and even the pain seemed less intense. I couldn’t fathomwhyI’d need him to remind me of anything—cell phones these days came equipped with the ability to set reminders, and so it really wasn’t necessary at all. But at the same time, I rather liked the idea.
It meant that he was thinking of me, and would have to think of me, all day long.
Why did my breath catch in excitement at the thought?
This wasn’t like me at all. Damen had to focus on his work. He had all manner of practical matters to attend to.
But, still, as his sincere, gray eyes burned into mine, my skin warmed and I found myself nodding in agreement. Because, if I was being honest, Ididlike it when Damenhadto think of me—and no one else. Ever.
It’d also be best to wipe them from his memories, but that would never happen.
And—back to reality—I was feeling unwell enough to indulge in this fantasy, at least just once. It was nice to pretend.
I put the pills in my mouth, even going so far as to allow Damen to hold the straw to my mouth. And, although I couldn’t imagine why, he had the strangest look of victory on his face at this.
Men.
“More,” he demanded after I’d swallowed the pills. “I want half of this bottle gone.”
