It's been a week since Killian and I pranked Jhett by putting eyedrops into his drink at dinner. I felt bad as I witnessed the black haired, green eyed man race from the kitchen like he was on fire. Felt even worse when I found out that he spent most of that night in his bathroom.
Killian found it hilarious and when confronted by his brother he merely said and I quote, "Tag you're it." I thought the vain in Jhetts forehead was going to explode.
That night every one of us except Jhett went down to the basement, Lennox having kept his word, to visit our little friend. We were able to get his name out of him after Killian took what remained of his fingernails off and Lennox began scolding the man, Rodrick, with a hot iron. I sat in the corner for the whole thing, watching the seamless way the guys interrogated Rodrick.
I could tell that it wasn't their first rodeo by the way Bodhi wordlessly handed out the needed tools without being asked. Or with the way that Lennox nodded at Killian to signal the fun was through for the night. If I'm being totally honest with myself I found all of the brothers attractive but after that night it has been hard to not acknowledge that information.
Like right now as I watch the way that Killian can't stop pacing at my check up appointment with Vic. Or the way that Bodhi's eye keeps twitching while we all sit in the hospital room. The doctor ran some tests and we are currently waiting on the results. Mostly to make sure there aren't blood clots anywhere that we need to worry about. When I was alone and being examined by Victor I asked him to insert a birth control implant as well.
I am this close to jumping Killians bones, pouncing on the man without any warning. And I don't know if I'll have the sense of mind to use protection.
Less than twenty minutes later, I have a small bump on my forearm that is accompanied by a significant bruise that tells me I won't have to worry about getting pregnant. The doctor told me that it may take a week or two for the implant to take effect but after that I'm good to go.
"Would you sit the fuck down? You're making me anxious," Bodhi gripes at his brother as his eye twitches once more before his knee begins to bounce.
Killian glares at him from his position by the door before he does as his brother demands and sits next to me on the hospital bed. I smile widely when he grabs for my hand and begins to play with my fingers, tracing my tattoos almost absentmindedly.
"Shouldn't we have heard something by now?" Killian complains as he stares down at my hand. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze just as the door to the room opens and Victor walks in. Killian stands up to give the man room as he comes to the side of the bed and gives me a smile.
"Well miss Meadows all of the tests came back clear. No clots, your lungs sound great and your trachea is on the mend," the middle aged man says while he skims over the paperwork in his hand.
I hear rather than see both brothers as they sigh, Kill in relief and Bodhi because he can leave now. Out of the corner of my eye I do see Bodhi as he takes his phone out and does something on it before he puts it away once more. I also let out a breath of relief as I smile to the salt and peppered haired male.
"Thanks doc."
Victor gives me another smile as he closes my chart. "Anytime. And as far as the implant goes, if you have any issues the boys have my number. They can call me and we'll get you taken care of as soon as possible. Other than that you're good to go."
I nod at him even as I feel both men give me quizzical looks, which I don't acknowledge.
"Sounds good to me, thank you again," I state as I stand, shaking his hand and watching him leave the room before I look to Killian.
YOU ARE READING
Kill Me Softly
RomanceWhat happens when a group of people, dealing with individual hells, find a safe haven within one another's embrace? Will they stay strong against what wishes to see them torn apart? Or will they wither away, to be nothing more than bitter memories...