pool so that he wouldn’t know how wet he made me. Lusting after Alex is definitely not part of our agreement, and each time I start to think about him in that way, I have to remind myself that he definitely doesn’t think that way about me. Yet each time he brushes my arm or plants one of his frequent kisses on my head, I have to stop my heart from beating a little faster and remind myself that Alex is just being affectionate and that things are purely platonic. But I guess that doesn’t stop the daydreams…shit, I have this bad.
When the sun has finally made its way above the horizon, I go to stand and am instantly doubled over by a sharp pain streaking through my pelvis. I must have let out a squeak because instantly Alex is at my side asking me if I am okay.
“I’m fine,” I gasp.
“Well, clearly you are not okay,” Alex retorts, an eyebrow raised.
“It’s just girl stuff, Alex. Nothing for you to worry about. Okay?” I try to straighten up again but am instantly hit with another bolt of pain, which has me crying out, and I actually feel dizzy. I have been on the pill for years to regulate my periods and ease the agonising cramps I get, and on the whole it works. Well, apart from the odd occasion like this.
Before I can say anything else, Alex mutters “Bullshit” and sweeps me into his arms, carrying me through to my bedroom and laying me on the bed. The cramps are all consuming now, running through my back and down my legs, and I find myself curling up into the foetal position, trying to breathe through the pain. I am not even aware that Alex had left the room until he is back, crouched down in front of me with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hand, his eyes filled with concern. I accept them gratefully, hoping that they will ease the pain soon; I am not sure just how much more I can take. My eyes are closed as I try to focus on breathing…in and out…in and out. The bed dips behind me and the next thing that I feel are Alex’s warm hands on my lower back, rubbing firm circles.
It takes about fifteen minutes for the painkillers to kick in and take the edge off the pain and I am finally able to uncurl myself from my position. With gentle hands, Alex helps me to roll over and then wipes the tears from my eyes. “Are you okay, Liv?” he asks.
“Getting there,” I say softly. The pain is dull now, thrumming through my body like I have run a marathon, and I feel exhausted. “Sorry, Alex. It’s not normally like that. Just every once in a while…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed discussing ‘women’s things’ with him.
“Don’t apologise, Liv. Just rest now, okay? Those painkillers are probably going to knock you out, so close your eyes and let your body recover.”
“Okay,” I murmur as the sleepiness takes over and I succumb to black nothingness.
I wake to find my head groggy and feeling like it is stuffed with cotton wool, to find the sun has set and, miraculously, I am pain-free. I glance around to find Alex seated on a chair watching me intently, with the strangest look on his face. “Hey,” I murmur, wondering if he has been in my room the entire time I have been asleep.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” Alex asks.
“Much better, thanks. A little woolly-headed but no cramps, thank god,” I respond. My stomach lets out the loudest growl, making me laugh, and Alex quickly reaches out for the phone and requests for our dinner to be brought up immediately.
“Does everyone just do as you ask?” I joke, and Alex just shrugs in response. This is something I have teased him mercilessly about; when Alex Davenport says jump, people ask how high. Feeling hot and sticky with the humidity I tell Alex that I want to have a shower. The odd look returns to his face, but he just nods and leaves me to it.
~~~~~~~~~~
The roar of the engines fills my ears and I grip the arms of my seat until my knuckles turn white. It is not that I am scared of flying per se, but I
When the sun has finally made its way above the horizon, I go to stand and am instantly doubled over by a sharp pain streaking through my pelvis. I must have let out a squeak because instantly Alex is at my side asking me if I am okay.
“I’m fine,” I gasp.
“Well, clearly you are not okay,” Alex retorts, an eyebrow raised.
“It’s just girl stuff, Alex. Nothing for you to worry about. Okay?” I try to straighten up again but am instantly hit with another bolt of pain, which has me crying out, and I actually feel dizzy. I have been on the pill for years to regulate my periods and ease the agonising cramps I get, and on the whole it works. Well, apart from the odd occasion like this.
Before I can say anything else, Alex mutters “Bullshit” and sweeps me into his arms, carrying me through to my bedroom and laying me on the bed. The cramps are all consuming now, running through my back and down my legs, and I find myself curling up into the foetal position, trying to breathe through the pain. I am not even aware that Alex had left the room until he is back, crouched down in front of me with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hand, his eyes filled with concern. I accept them gratefully, hoping that they will ease the pain soon; I am not sure just how much more I can take. My eyes are closed as I try to focus on breathing…in and out…in and out. The bed dips behind me and the next thing that I feel are Alex’s warm hands on my lower back, rubbing firm circles.
It takes about fifteen minutes for the painkillers to kick in and take the edge off the pain and I am finally able to uncurl myself from my position. With gentle hands, Alex helps me to roll over and then wipes the tears from my eyes. “Are you okay, Liv?” he asks.
“Getting there,” I say softly. The pain is dull now, thrumming through my body like I have run a marathon, and I feel exhausted. “Sorry, Alex. It’s not normally like that. Just every once in a while…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed discussing ‘women’s things’ with him.
“Don’t apologise, Liv. Just rest now, okay? Those painkillers are probably going to knock you out, so close your eyes and let your body recover.”
“Okay,” I murmur as the sleepiness takes over and I succumb to black nothingness.
I wake to find my head groggy and feeling like it is stuffed with cotton wool, to find the sun has set and, miraculously, I am pain-free. I glance around to find Alex seated on a chair watching me intently, with the strangest look on his face. “Hey,” I murmur, wondering if he has been in my room the entire time I have been asleep.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” Alex asks.
“Much better, thanks. A little woolly-headed but no cramps, thank god,” I respond. My stomach lets out the loudest growl, making me laugh, and Alex quickly reaches out for the phone and requests for our dinner to be brought up immediately.
“Does everyone just do as you ask?” I joke, and Alex just shrugs in response. This is something I have teased him mercilessly about; when Alex Davenport says jump, people ask how high. Feeling hot and sticky with the humidity I tell Alex that I want to have a shower. The odd look returns to his face, but he just nods and leaves me to it.
~~~~~~~~~~
The roar of the engines fills my ears and I grip the arms of my seat until my knuckles turn white. It is not that I am scared of flying per se, but I
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