Odd Rose

13- Asshole

*Jacob POV*

I am woken up by the warmth coming from a window to my right, I'm face down in some unfamiliar room, looking around I place my arms to lift myself but fail at the attempt, the sharp pain hits me like a bullet, a grunt escapes my lips. I'd forgotten what had happened... I don't ever want to look at myself in a mirror, I probably look disgusting.

I lay there helplessly, I can't entirely move my body, I guess that's what I get for pretending I was ok in front of Stella, last thing I remember is... passing out on our way home. Looks like we didn't go home, I have no idea where this is... I focus on what's in front of me, a window, which stings my eyes so I use all my energy to flip my head to the other side and find myself right in front of, Stella, she's sleeping on the edge of the bed, gives me flashbacks to when I woke up back on the ship... her plump lips are parted just enough for her breathing to be annoyingly audible making me want to stop her, if I could. But now I have wasted all my physical energy to turn my head around, and I can't turn it back to my old position. I'm snapped back to reality at the sound of her rubbing her eyes and whining, something about not getting any sleep, what is wrong with this girl and not having any sleep.

-"Oh, you're up... How are you feeling?" This sad look appears in her eyes her eyebrows scrunch in worry. Her hand moves to touch me, but she stops herself. She obviously has a better view of my back and probably is frightened by it.

-"I'm-" I'm interrupted by her babbling like always.

-"Oh who am I kidding, of course, you feel horrible, you can't probably move because of the horrible pain, a-and we haven't found Marry! What if I would of sto-" I interrupt her barely gazing her lower thigh with the tips of my fingers, now that she is standing that's the only place I can reach right above her knee, as my fingers make contact I feel a spark, I'm guessing she did as well the way she looked down at me, she slowly sits back down.

-"S-Sorry." Her voice comes out soft and breathy. My fingertips tingle at the sensation of touching her.

-"It's... refreshing to hear your voice again." She says staring at my fingers.

-"What do you mean?" How long have I been knocked off for? I question myself my stomach feels uncomfortable.

-"About a week..." Those three words are like another stab in my flesh. I start to sit up first y turn on my shoulder and then straighten up so I'm on the bed's edge my feet planted on the floor.

-"Hey watch out your stitches might come undone." She rushes to help me steady myself holding my right bicep, the contact of her bare hand on my skin makes me flinch, making me forget my pain. As she removes it a warm tingle makes my skin burn. When I look up at her, she isn't looking at me she is focused on looking at everything but me and her cheeks look a slightly darker pink than usual.

Did that slight contact make her act this way? I chuckle out loud. I... wonder.

-"What's so funny." She demands an answer still avoiding me and chewing on her lip as she does when she is nervous.

-"What did we agree on?" She looks at me confused her expression clueless. I rise my hand and brush a stray strand of hair off her face and let my fingers trace her jawline.

-"If you bite your lip again... I'm going to do it for you." I place my hand on her neck and pull her close to my face.

-"I didn't agree to anything." She smirks right in front of me drawing my eyes to her lips, as she notices she licks them making me want to devour them.