Skilled Hands

Chapter 6

Darkness.

It was actually rather nice.

Nothing to worry about. Nothing to face.

Although it was stolen away from me too soon as my eyes fought themselves to open against my will.

Finally getting them to open, my brain tried to register what the fuck was happening. I sat up abruptly, which was something I regretted almost immediately as my stomach dropped to my ass and the walls began to spin.

Some kind of cold wet material that was on my forehead fell into my lap, making me jump.

"She's back," I hear a familiar voice say from beside me as two pairs of hands gently push me back down.

"Wha-" I tried to get out.

I looked up to see Nick and Aero looking down at me from either side of my body.

Nick cupped my cheek with his hand and placed the wet cloth back onto my forehead.

I felt my brows furrow, giving them both a quizzical look.

"You passed out," Nick answered my thoughts.

Looking down, I saw that they had covered me with a blanket.

Well they must've gotten quite the show, because those towels definitely wouldn't have stayed loyal to me.

My brows furrowed further as I slowly got up, Nick's hand slipping from my cheek leaving the skin cold and lonely. I held the blanket around my body, rubbing my shoulder.

The damp cloth fell again and I handed it back to Nick.

I took in where we were, on the floor next to the table, right where I landed. There was a pillow where I had my head before I got up.

I slowly turned myself around and sat on my legs so I faced them.

"That cheeky fuck," I muttered to myself. As the words left my mouth I saw the guys' eyes relax, filling with relief.

They were probably scared of a law suit, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd had clients that would sue for something like that.

People are assholes.

"Are you ok?"

"Why did you hit yourself?"

They asked at the same time, staring at me intensely.

My brain killed itself when I tried to think of a reply, so before I even meant to speak I blurted out, "Bug."

"What?" Nick laughed.

Aero followed with a soft chuckle.

Serotonin flooded my entire being at the scene. I soaked in the short-lived moment because, fuck, that one was living in my head until I die.

"Bug," I breathed, "I shat myself because there was a bug crawling on my face, that's why I full slapped myself," I answered, rubbing my abused cheek, trying to soothe the still angry skin.

Damn, never slapping myself ever again. At least now I know what my ex will feel if I ever see the fucker again.

Holy shit.

I just realised I haven't thought about him once this entire time. I mustn't have cared about him as much as I originally thought, now that I think about it.

"Hello? You there gorgeous?" I heard Nick say, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Shit sorry, got distracted by my thoughts."

Something big and warm stroked the top of my head comfortingly. I looked up to find Aero looking down at me with his hand on my head.

"You seem to do that a lot," he smirked.

Before I could reply, Nick jumped in, "We had just mentioned how we thought you were talking to us when you freaked out and yelled, before we realised it must've been because of something else."

Huh?

"What did I say?"

"You yelled 'Get off you disgusting bastard!' But with a lot more karate," Aero replied from the other side of the table, attempting a higher-pitched voice.

When did he get over there?

"We didn't know who you were talking about specifically but we were both scared shitless."

"You were," Aero mumbled.

"Oh shut your trap you big softy, you looked like someone killed your mother when she fell."

I slowly got up, giggling to myself.

Too cute.

I looked down at Nick sill sitting on the floor.

He looked back up at me with the most gorgeous beaming smile, forcing my heart into my throat.

Who gave these men the permission to be so attractive? It's fucking with my morality.

Before I could jump him right there and then I held both my hands out to help him get up.