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  “I better find a nurse to check on her,” Shelby nods, leaving the room.

  “You need to rest, Edith. You scared the shit out of me,” Jack brushes my hair off my face. I wince at the touch, not sure if it’s because my hair is gross or if I’m in actual pain.

  “Hurts, huh?” Aiden is checking my pulse.

  “I’m not paying your co-pay fees, Aiden,” I cough the words out.

  “I’m revoking your right to an opinion on any medical matters, Edith. Seriously, just rest and let us figure everything out.” Jack squeezes my hand again and pulls Aiden out into the hallway. I wish I could hear what they are saying, but Jack closes the door. I swear I hear him getting loud in the hallway, but I’m so tired. Maybe I drift off because the next thing I remember is Shelby gently re-braiding my hair.

  “Oh, hey. You’re awake.” I open my eyes and watch Shelby as she ties off the end of my hair. “Jack went to go make sure you were clear to be discharged soon. Doctor just has to check you over.”

  “Shelby?” I was confused. She is calling Mr. Hamilton Jack now? What transpired in the last twenty-four hours?

  “Aiden had class and a Biology lab this morning, but he said he’d come back later.” Shelby is refusing to look me in the eye, which makes me think that something is definitely up.

  “What’s going on?” I ask her, but then Jack and the doctor walk in.

  “I’ll just wait outside.” Shelby backs away, pushing Jack out with her.

  “Miss Willows, you’ve given your friends quite the scare,” the doctor says, looking over my chart.

  “So I’ve been told.” My voice is still hoarse and a little husky. I watch the doctor flip through my chart and make notes. He listens to my chest and declares me alive, though I might have disagreed with him at this point.

  “It’s not often we get a flu patient in a private room, but no worries. You’ll be on the mend soon. I don’t see why we can’t discharge you today. I’ll give you some scripts for some medication to manage your symptoms.” The doctor nods and quickly leaves. I’m sure that little consultation will be a hefty fee.

  “Private room? What?” I whisper. My mind reels as I notice how the room is much nicer than your standard hospital room. I don’t know how I will pay for all this. There is a reason I lied on my college paperwork to save me on expenses like insurance and other things I’d rarely need.

  Jack returns and sits down on the bed next to me. “Easy, Edith. I see your mind spinning. Everything’s been taken care of.”

  “Where’s Shelby?” I ask nervously.

  “I sent her to Whole Foods to bring back some food, other than Jell-O and high sodium chicken broth.” Jack holds my hand and, although I feel like an eighty-year-old woman with every joint swollen and in pain, a flutter in my belly reminds me that, for eighty, I still have a healthy libido.

  “Edith.”

  “Jack.” We both speak at the same time and I feel my skin blush, which has nothing to do with my fever.

  “Go ahead.” Again we speak at the same time, which frustrates me more.

  “I want you to come home with me.”

  “I want to go ho… Wait. What? With you?” I’m so confused. I start to wonder what the heck is in these fluids they are pumping into my body.

  “Yes, Edith. With me.”

  “No,” I say flatly.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I want to be in my home. My space. Alone.” He’s not listening and it’s pissing me off.

  “Well…I kind of broke the door to your apartment. You can’t live there without a door.” Jack is annoyed, which is fine because I am far from happy.

  “It’s not my fault you’re destructive,” I pout. I would have crossed my arms if I didn’t think it would have tangled up the IV line in my hand.

  “The doctor says you need help the next few days, and I’m offering. Besides, I can help you study for your exam.”

  “It’s your class! Isn’t that kind of like cheating?” I try to sit up, but he gently pushes me back down.

  “I don’t proctor my exams, and they’ve already been written by Professor Roth for the semester. I haven’t reviewed them yet. Besides, you need to learn the basic principles to pass the exam.”

  “You’re going to get fired and you’re going to blame me when it happens.” I try to push him away, but he just grabs me and pulls me closer. His face is against mine and his hot breath heats my already overheated skin. I swear my legs are wet between my thighs, which makes me realize I’m not even wearing underwear at the moment. I squirm under his direct gaze. Damn.

  “The only thing that’s pissing me off right now is my inability to let you go. What have you done to me?” Jack’s voice is husky. He rubs his nose against my cheek and ear, slowly dipping his head down to my collarbone, nipping it before returning to my cheek. I moan softly at the feelings that make my nipples pucker under the scratchy hospital gown. I close my eyes again and feel his lips against mine, forbidden and soft. When I smell the faint scent of sweet mint, my lips reach out and finally connect with his. His tongue grazes the edge and I open my mouth. He groans in unison with my own feeble sounds.

  Nipping, licking, and sucking, I feel his hands trail down to cup my already aching breasts, fingertips barely touching the peaks. I grab him to kiss him deeper. Holding on like a lifeline, I suck his tongue into my mouth. I instantly realize I’m giving him my germs! I push him away, and he holds his forehead against my sweaty one, breathing heavy.

  “What the fuck was that?” I whisper.

  “The law of probability?” He chuckles and I try punching him, but I’m just too tired to make the effort right now.

  “I’m transmitting my flu germs to you.”

  “Impossible. I’ve had my flu shot. Kiss away, lovely girl. I rather like your sweet tongue in my mouth,” Jack growls and kisses me again, more gently this time, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, making me crave him more.

  Jack

  The doctor finally discharges Edith into my care. He damn well should since I wrote the hospital a check covering all the expenses. Edith doesn’t know it yet and I know it will only be a source of contention, so I decide to omit telling her. Waiting for the hospital bill to never appear is my brilliant thinking.

  “Easy, Karate Kid. You’ve been upright all of an hour,” I say to her. She looks like hell knocked her over and came back for a second swing.

  “Those references only highlight our age difference, you jackass,” she grumbles as I force her to sit down on my couch.

  “It’s only bothering you at this point. I can’t help it if you kids only watch garbage television and overpriced box office slumps.” I can tell she’s trying to not smile. Even weakened by her illness, she still looks beautiful to me.

  “Ugh, I could sleep for another week.”

  I push her messy hair off her face. “How about a shower?”

  “Is that your polite way of telling me I smell?” She cocks her head in my direction, looking ready to pass out.

  “Nah, I’d just tell you, but I’m thinking you’ll be more comfortable scrubbed clean and in clean clothes. You can nap while I catch up on work.”

  “Right, because you stayed there with me all night long.” She looks at me and smirks, so I feel the need to instigate her just a little.

  “Although, you do have hospital breath, so maybe I should loan you a toothbrush or something.” Her smirk changes. Maybe I went too far, but it’s fun getting Edith to give me a genuine reaction and not this thing we’ve both been fighting.

  “Jackass! Egotistical, arrogant, jackass!” she yells, picking up the pillow next to her and smacking me with it. I can’t help but laugh when she turns a few different shades of purple when angry. Once I disarm her of the pillow, I pull her down onto the couch and lay on top of her. She puts her hands on my shoulders, and I fit myself between her legs. I grab one and pull it up over my hip so I can rub my length against her hot sweet spot. She fights me for a second befo
re giving in and I kiss her again, showing her how much I really couldn’t care less about her hospital breath.

  Edith lets out a whimper that I think is sexy as hell and I wonder who is teaching whom. I push her arms up over her head and fully cover her body with mine. I hate that we have clothes in between us, and I hate that my couch isn’t big enough to roll her over on top of me. I reach down and push her shirt up. Small breasts meet my hand and I touch her through the thin cotton of her bra. With how little fat is on her body, she probably doesn’t even need one. I should cook her dinner and fatten her up, I think. She’s far too skinny right now to be healthy, and I’m sad no one has taken better care of her. It pisses me off her parents are useless and self-absorbed. I aim to change that.

  “Jack, what are we doing?” Her eyes are closed as I skim my lips down her neck and to her chest. I suck her nipple, biting gently and licking it with my tongue. I kneed the other one until her hips buck underneath me.

  “I’m learning you. Learning what you like, learning what gets you mad with desire until your eyes roll into the back of your head. Edith, it’s never been like this for me before.”

  I push farther down, kissing and licking her stomach, making slow circles over her navel, watching her eyelids squeeze shut as she bites her bottom lip. I pull her pants and panties down, pushing them off her legs. I rub my nose all over her, breathing in her scent. I pull her thighs apart until I’ve got her legs over my shoulders and can see her damp curls and pink flesh swollen with need.

  “Jack, I haven’t ever…”

  “Shhh… Let me learn you, baby.”

  I see the glisten of tears at the corner of her eyes, and it breaks my damn heart. As much as I want to go all caveman on her pussy and claim her as mine, I slow it down. The rational side of my brain reminds me that she’s just gotten out of the hospital and, like a pervert, I’ve jumped all over her.

  Taking my fingers, I gently spread her wider, kissing her inner thigh and licking along the rim of her opening. Her legs are shaking and her she looks lush and delicious, but not yet ready. I kiss her sweetly and before I can even penetrate her, she starts convulsing in my arms, whimpering and panting. Resting my forehead on her stomach, I put my hand over her heart and feel it beating fast.

  “J-Jack…” She’s crying. I don’t know why and I don’t ask. I should, but I’m feeling overwhelmed. I never had these kinds of feelings with past partners and I feel a nagging sense of guilt.

  “Shhhh, Edith. I know. Me, too.”

  I let my hands roam her body until she stills. I look up and my poor girl has fallen asleep, tears staining her pale cheeks. She’d be mortified to know I was looking so intently at her while she lays so vulnerable on my couch but, damn, who wouldn’t? I pick her up and take her into my bedroom, pulling down the covers of the bed. I strip the rest of her clothing off and tuck her in. I jump in the shower and clean myself up, taking care of business. This may be the longest weekend of my life.

  Chapter Seven

  Edith

  I wake up hungry. A good portion of my body hurts, but I feel wet and tingly between my legs. I bet I was having a sex dream about Jack. It would figure. I feel embarrassed by my instantaneous orgasm yesterday, but his touch brought me there so fast, I lost the careful control I tried to keep over myself. I still haven’t showered, and I feel really gross. I groan, trying to cover my face with a pillow, when I feel someone kneeling on the bed next to me and pulling my scant level of protection away.

  “Go away,” I mumble.

  He laughs and pulls harder on the pillow. “Not likely, Edith. Come on. Time to eat and clean up.” I’m about to protest, but my stomach growls and he laughs. “Come on, girl. You can’t argue with a stomach as loud as that.” Grimacing, I know he’s right. Plus, eating will probably clear the headache that’s settled in my brain.

  “Fine, but… Whoa! Hey! Put me down!” I feel myself being lifted like a sack of potatoes. My limbs flail until he gets a better hold of me. Like a cat, I’m struggling to get purchase in his arms, clawing his shoulders.

  “Not a chance. Besides, Shelby and Aiden plan to stop by to make sure I haven’t locked you in a closet or something.”

  Jack has wrapped me up in the sheet from the bed and is carrying me to his kitchen. He sits me down in front of a plate filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. It’s a sweet gesture, but I’m not sure how I’ll even eat a portion of this gigantic meal. Even healthy, I never ate this much food in one sitting.

  “Wow.” I pick up my fork as he puts a cup of coffee in front of me.

  “Wow later, eat now.” Jack tucks my messy hair behind my ears and kisses me on my forehead.

  “Yes, caveman.” I roll my eyes at him. He looks at me, really looks at me, like he’s assessing me carefully. It’s weird, yet I feel that feverish heat overwhelm me again.

  “Woman not eat in many moons. You eat now or pay consequence.” Jack stands in front of me, hands on his hips, half-grunting his response. I can’t help but laugh. He’s ridiculous, but I haven’t laughed like this with anyone before, not even Shelby and Aiden, who I consider the closest thing I have to a family.

  “Consequence?” I ask.

  “Big man will make you come again…hard,” Jack whispers, leaning down and gently biting the lobe of my ear. He licks the bite and trails down my neck, causing me to shiver. I feel myself growing wetter and watch as he walks away, making me wiggle in my chair. “Eat, woman.” I pick up my fork. I’m not ready for whatever Jack has planned. No matter how primed my body is, my heart and brain are not.

  Aiden and Shelby arrive while I am still in the shower. It takes me a lot longer to get myself in and out of the tub, and Jack insists on me keeping the door open so he can hear if I need anything. It’s infuriating to be this helpless. A part of me knows the longer I stay here, the more risk I am putting Jack, and my education, in. I can’t see Dean Andrews being okay, in terms of university standards, with this arrangement.

  “Edie, where is your skank ass?” Shelby walks into the bathroom without a second thought, materializing through my warm bathroom steam like an avenging hippie angel riding a cold gust wind.

  “Hey! What the hell?!” I try grabbing a towel, but it’s no use. Shelby grabs it first and then waits, handing it to me, smirking while I stand there naked and freezing cold. I can feel my nipples painfully harden, and I try covering my body as Shelby takes her sweet ass time handing that damn towel over.

  “Edith?” Jack pushes in and moves Shelby out of the way so he can hold me up, although I am fine on my own two feet. I’m steaming mad, exhausted, and fucking cold because the door’s wide open.

  “Edie?” Aiden is right behind him and gets an unexpected eyeful, as well. I know my ass is totally viewable in the mirror behind me.

  “Jesus, guys! GET…OUT!” I yell and even Aiden seems to take a moment too long, in my opinion. Obviously, I am not getting privacy. One visit to the hospital and, suddenly, everyone wants to be up my ass.

  “Um…” Aiden looks embarrassed and Shelby drags him out, laughing. His future patients are doomed if he can’t look at a naked woman without getting pink behind the ears.

  “Sorry about that. I was finishing a call when I opened the door and Shelby barged in. I just didn’t think Aiden would join her.” Jack chuckles and I hug my towel-covered, dripping wet body to his chest. He is nice and warm so I rub my face against him. “Tired?” he asks.

  “A little, but I can’t lounge forever.” I sigh deeply.

  “I thought you said you wanted to sleep forever.”

  “I don’t think I’ve slept in a single day in my life. Besides, I have work and classes to study for.”

  “Yeah, about that. Um… I asked Aiden to go pick up your last check. I don’t want you working crazy all over the place. That neighborhood isn’t great.”

  “What?” I look him in the eye.

  “I’m not arguing, Edith. You’re here. I want you to stay. You’re recovering from th
e flu and running yourself ragged is going to put you at risk more than staying here with me will.” He looks so serious, but I don’t like that he feels responsible for me. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time so I’m not used to this kind of care and interest.

  “Can I get dressed now? Aiden and Shelby are here, and this is just too much for me right now.” I wiggle out of Jack’s hold and step back, putting some much needed emotional distance between us. He hands me my clothes and leaves, softly closing the door behind him.

  Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Jack and Aiden sitting on the couch, watching a football game on his large screen television that I hadn’t noticed before. Shelby is in the kitchen arranging Chinese take-out containers and putting a plate of food together.

  “What’s this?” I ask her, confused.

  “A peace offering. We were really worried about you when Jack took over at the hospital, then took you home. I know your family isn’t any good to you, and Aiden and I feel partly responsible.”

  “Responsible? For what, Shelby?”

  “Well, had Aiden and I not been bickering this past week, we would have been checking up on you like we always do. You probably wouldn’t have gotten nearly as sick and dehydrated as you did.”

  “News flash, Shelby. You and Aiden are a couple, not my parents.” I popped a piece of General Tso’s chicken in my mouth, chewing the protein goodness.

  “We hang out almost every day. You’re our best friend,” Shelby pleads, pushing food at me.

  “I don’t need my friends to babysit me. You’ve all got your own lives and I know that. Geez, Shelby. Nobody likes being told you’re their responsibility.” Shelby knows how to get under my skin, which is probably why we stopped being roommates after our freshman year.

  “You don’t know, do you?”

  “What?” I pushed the Lo Mien around my plate, still angry.

  “Well, Jack found you. I know you know that part, but you were unconscious and severely dehydrated. He brought you to the hospital and, once they found out you had no listed next of kin, he had to bully the nurses and doctors to be with you.”