the various chances

chapter twenty seven

Lily

Either my meds were too powerful or Jeremy was actually being a big softie. In all honest sense I had one of the most peaceful sleep of my life, even if it were to last for a few hours but the bliss of being in deep slumber was a blessing bestowed for me from heaven.

Jeremy was the reason; his determination brought me the bliss. I woke up somewhere around 5 in the morning, snuggled up and tucked to Jeremy's side like a child. Thankfully, my nausea had taken a break allowing me to have soup and some fruits and lemonade before sleep and even after that I was feeling energetic to gear up for the day and face the results of my reports.

The faint scent of lavender from the candles Jeremy lit the previous night was roaming in the air of the room. Speak about the devil or Satan's spawn, his one arm held a possessive hold across my shoulders while other one was resting on my waist. My nostrils were making errors while smelling the lavender in the air as rather they were filled with the masculine scent wafting off him. It was like a drug, you want more and the obsession is seemingly harmless but may make your heart weaker.

My hand on his chest was recording the soft thumping of his heart. Jeremy was a huge softie by his inner core and a grumpy asshole on the mask he wears every single day at office. It was not his trouble to drive me to hospital, stay back with me until the tests and even take me to his home instead of dropping me back to mine.

Yet he stepped in like I had to be some member of royal family who needed his full attention and loyalty. It was not for him to hold onto me while I was nervous or rather tired thinking about my sleep, lest he did. It was not for him to search on insomnia and work himself off on it, but again he did. Every time, I look at his face I am reminded by myself that I hate this face and that I shouldn't even have second thoughts on that but fuck me if my heart was telling me that it may have discovered something regarding Jeremy and I was so not ready to face it.

What could it be? Could be that I was just trying to be simply thankful and feeling a little pull at the strings of my heart or rather the flutter and the strings had some other motive, some other sign for me to understand the gravity of the situation.

I close my eyes, wanting to have a small nap. An hour or two later, I feel a pair of hands gently shaking my shoulders. My eyes open and fall on a pair of ocean blue eyes staring down at me. I blink once, trying to remove all the sleep off my eyes. The blue eyes blink as well. I hear something being spoken but was not able to pinpoint the words as to the sleep still making its way out of the door of my brain.

A second later, my eyes were fully open and fall on Jeremy who was leaning his head above mine. "There you are" -he says- "Wake up, we have to be at hospital at 9." After a sleepy sigh, I ask, "What time is it?" He was standing beside the bed side lamp table, looks down his phone and answers, "It's 8 o'clock."

I sit upright with my back resting on the headboard, "You should've told me to wake up sooner." I watch him roll the sleeves of his white dress shirt up his elbow, displaying those super sexy forearms. I gulp, suddenly aware about the dryness of my throat at the sight. From his white dress shirt, black pants and styled hair he was freshly showered and all set for the day.

"It's alright, we'll make it quick."

Suddenly, hyperaware of Jeremy's presence fogging my brain I blurt out, "You should just drop me at hospital. I'll manage from there."

He halts from making his way towards bathroom, turns his body towards me, "No." I slip out of the blanket and dropping my feet on the floor, the cold of the marble runs through my lower limbs, a chill passing through my veins making me supress a shiver of teeth clattering cold.