Charming In Handcuffs

Chapter 31: I Want To Get You Out Of Here

Jack was slightly sitting up in bed when I walked in. He lifted his head when the door closed and I almost cried when he looked at me. "Hey." I said, my voice almost sounded like a squeak.

He smiled a little, "Hey."

There was a chair beside his bed and I sat down. I leaned close to his side with my arms folded under my chin, "I was so worried." My eyes burned with tears that I pushed back.

He brushed his finger over my jaw, tracing the pad of his forefinger over my chin and to the other side, "You can't get rid of my that easy." Even in his current condition, he can still crack jokes.

I wrapped my hand around his hand that lingered near my lips. I brought his knuckles to my lips and I kissed them lightly, "I wouldn't want to get rid of you." I joked back with a small smile, "I'm going to lock you in your room until you have gray hair." I settled my chin on his knuckles.

"As long as you're there to keep my company."

He looked so tired. The dark circles under his eyes stood out against his skin. He smiled lazily at me, but I could tell he was fighting the sleep, "Do you want me to come back tomorrow so you can get some rest?"

"No, I've been wanting to see you since I woke up. It's good to see your face right now." His eyes searched mine, "I didn't mean to make you worry."

"It's not your fault, Jack." I brushed my lips over his knuckles again, "I'm just glad you're okay. It was hard not being able to see you." I didn't want to mention how thinking about him at night made my chest restrict.

He started to push himself further up, but he yelped and dropped back in his spot. I shot up to my feet and held onto his hand as he squeezed it a little too tightly, "Are you okay?" I rushed, the tears threatening to spring out again.

"Yeah." He choked and let go of my hand. He wrapped his arm around himself and groaned. "I'm fine, don't worry...please." He looked at me and his breathing was rapid like he was out of breath.

I leaned towards him and brushed the hair from his forehead. His eyes followed my movements as I brushed my fingers over his temple and down his cheek, "You're burning up."

"They nurse just gave me medication for the fever and the pain before you got here. I don't think it's kicked in yet."

I hovered my face over his and left the smallest kiss on the tip of his nose. I pressed my forehead lightly against his and ran my thumb over the curve of his bottom lip. "I can't lose you." I whispered. "I should've made you spend the night and this wouldn't have happened." A tear slipped without warning.

His hand weaved through the back of my hair as he drew me in closer to his lips, "Shhh." The tips of his lips touched mine, "It's far from your fault, Juliet. It's the person that did this."

"And you know?"

He took in a breath, "Jeremy." He breathed, "The cops should be here soon to take my statement."

"Did they arrest him?"

"They're still looking for him."

I took his face gently in my hands and kissed him, "They'll find him." I muttered against his lips and kissed him again. Our lips molded together like we never lost touch. He curled a finger under my chin and tilted my head up slightly to deepen the kiss.