His expression crumbled at my words. “I’ve been going crazy. When you found the mic, Claire had to restrain me. It’s one thing to know you’re hurting; it’s another to know I’m causing it.”
I offered a weak grin. “You’re going to have to find a new place to hide the microphone. It didn’t take me long to figure it out. I total y outsmarted you.
Twice.”
“Outsmarted me? You don’t even have the sense to get in out of the rain.”
“At least I have enough sense to know that we shouldn’t be apart.”
Jared’s eyes tightened in anguish.
I leaned up and pul ed his face close, pressing my lips to his cheek. The water poured over us as he pul ed me to him, my light kiss making his blue eyes burn with intensity. He kissed me as if I was the air he’d gone without for five days. Neither of us held back, the agony we had experienced apart fueled every movement. Our lips parted, and he pressed me against the tile wal of the shower. I clutched the back of his shirt in each of my fists and pul ed him against me, but I couldn’t get close enough. Jared’s hands gripped each side of my face as he tasted the inside of my mouth.
I reached down and pul ed his shirt over his head, exposing the perfection of his bare chest. His wet shirt fel to the shower floor with a slap. I slid my hands down his back and he moaned in response. His mouth grew impatient, then, and he reached down to grab my knee. He lifted my leg and pul ed me against him, and I pressed my fingers into the flesh of his back. I braced myself as the intensity in the smal space soared to a new level; but his lips slowed down, became gentle, and then he pul ed away from me after a few soft kisses.
“It’s been a long night, Nina. You need to rest.”
“I don’t think I can,” I said, pressing my forehead against his chest.
Jared kissed my wet hair. “Try.”
When he was satisfied that I was warm enough, he pul ed me from the shower and wrapped me in a towel. I nestled against him as he carried me to his bed.
“You’re stil shaking,” he frowned.
“I’m feeling much better, real y,” I assured him.
The front door slammed below and Jared kissed my cheek. “Claire fixed your tire and drove your car here. She’s going to help you get into some dry clothes.”
My entire body felt like it had been sandblasted, steamrol ed and smashed in a garbage truck. I was too exhausted to argue.
Jared left us, and Claire peeled off my wet clothes, sliding a long sleeve t-shirt that read NAVY over my head.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
She raised an eyebrow. “And I thought I was crazy.”
I sighed to form some sort of laugh and my eyes slowly closed and opened again.
Claire pul ed a hairdryer out of a hot pink duffle bag and began to dry and brush my hair. I braced myself for her to do her best to rip my hair out, but she was very gentle; almost maternal.
The high-pitched whine of the dryer silenced, and Claire crouched in front of me. “Okay. You’re done.”
As Jared passed Claire on the stairs, he offered an appreciative smile. He was shirtless, his only article of clothing a light blue pair of pajama pants. In the shower was the first time I’d seen his bare physique, and even through my exhaustion I was impressed. Every muscle in his body sleek and toned, he kneeled in front of me holding a smal white box.
“Give me your hand.”
The skin around the jagged cut was opaque and wrinkled from the long shower. Jared spread antibiotic along the fissure spanning the width of my palm, from the outside of my wrist to the bottom of my index finger. It didn’t hurt, but because of residual trembling I had a hard time holding stil .
I raised my hand to inspect it and Jared rol ed his eyes. “Is it okay?”
“Nicely done,” I nodded in approval.
I leaned against the pil ow while Jared walked to the other side of the bed. When he crawled in beside me, it occurred to me that my heart should have been pounding out of my chest, but I only felt exhaustion.
Jared pul ed me to him and folded his arms around me. I sighed as I relaxed against his chest; he was warmer than the shower. I was stil cold enough that his skin was slightly painful against mine, but I leaned in closer, welcoming the burn.
“Promise me you won’t do anything like that again,” Jared whispered, kissing my forehead.
I buried my face into the concave of his neck and shivered. In reaction, Jared wrapped his arms tighter around me.
Chapter Nine
Healing
“Nina?”
I raised my eyebrows, but my eyes wouldn’t open.
Jared brushed the hair away from my face and kissed the exposed patch of skin on my cheek.
I blinked to focus, and Jared’s blurry form came into view.
“It’s six thirty, sweetheart. You have an eight o’clock class.”
I sat up, immediately grabbing Jared’s arm. “Whoa.”
“Dizzy?” he asked.
“As if you didn’t know.”
He smiled, leaving my side to grab a stack of folded clothes and place them on the end of the bed. “Claire brought some more of your things.”
With my eyes half-closed, I stood up and stretched, and then inched up the hem of my shirt to change.
“Er…Nina?” Jared said, grabbing my hands. “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful in the morning. Seeing you standing here in my t-shirt is nearly driving me mad. Would you please stop trying to send me over the edge?”
I grimaced at his infuriating insistence on putting off the inevitable. I’d always been the one to procrastinate when dealing with the intimacy issue.
Now that I’d felt strong enough about someone to want to press the boundaries, he insisted on dragging his feet.
Sensing my aggravation, he kissed my nose and jogged down the stairs, al owing me the privacy to change.
“I’l drive you to school, if that’s okay,” Jared said after breakfast.
“That would be great. Thank you.”
The roads were slick with ice, and the trees and grass were frozen in time under the inch-thick frost. Jared effortlessly navigated the Escalade to Brown’s campus, keeping my hand in his until we pul ed into the parking lot.
“I’l meet you here, then?”
“Er…yeah?” I said, caught off guard.
“I thought it would be best if you stayed with me for a few days,” he shrugged, “until your hand heals. You’l need a fresh dressing every night.”
I pressed my lips together, trying not to let myself get too excited. I didn’t want to tip him off.
“Or not…I can cal you later,” he backpedaled.
I slid my arms around his middle. “I would love for you to pick me up.”
Jared’s eyes relaxed. “I wil be right here, one-thirty.”
Initial y, the excitement of staying with Jared propel ed me through the first half-hour of class, but as the hour wore on I had a hard time concentrating. Doubt seeped into my every thought, and I found myself watching the clock, anxiously counting down the minutes.
He had left me on a day much like this one, including the perfect morning of smiles and kisses goodbye. Victory suddenly seemed too easy, and I felt sick with worry that he had appeased me long enough to disappear again.
Beth and Kim met me outside, eager to hear the story behind my bandaged hand. The prospect of enduring lunch and another class added to the stress of constructing a detailed lie of the night before had me nearly in tears. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would go to meet him at the designated time and he wouldn’t be there.