[ twenty six ]
The effect of the medecine James gave me only lasted a couple of hours and soon I was twisting and turning until I lost hope of falling back to sleep. I could feel the fever coming back, chills were beginning to wrack my body and I pulled the blanket around myself to attempt to keep warm.
I reached for my phone, which was on the night stand and clicked on the home button.
It was only midnight.
My lips and my mouth were dry, and I knew I would need some more medecine if I wanted to get through the night. But I didn't want to wake James. The open door to his bedroom allowed me to see out into the livingroom and I could see him sleeping soundly on the couch, just as he had said.
I swung my lead heavy legs over the side of the bed and struggled to get on my feet. My head was pounding and I felt like I was about to fall over, but I pushed myself to go forward, out of the bedroom but with the blanket still wrapped around me. I stumbled towards the kitchen, searching for the cupboard where James' mom kept the medecines. When I found it, I grabbed a glass of water and gulped down the right dose of pills that would help me sleep and reduce my fever.
My feet dragged against the concrete ground of his house, and I paused just before entering the room. He was laid out on the couch, in a pair of football training shorts, and using his shirt as a pillow.
My expression dropped to a frown. James was too good to me, while he was entirely right about me. I always made him suffer. But I didn't mean to. All I wanted was for him to be successful and no save him problems with Giselle who was was clearly not happy with.
I bit down on my lip as I debated with myself whether I should approach him or not.
Finally deciding to do it, I cut the distance between us, and sat on the edge of the couch, next to his sleeping form. I pulled the blanket around him and placed my hand on his shoulder.
I would have been lying if I said I didn't miss James.
I missed seeing him smile, I missed his kisses, and the roses he would give me. I missed the way his arms felt when they were around me and I missed feeling like James and I would spend the rest of our lives together. He had someone else, and though I told him to stay with his girlfriend, I knew the truth. I knew myself and I knew that if he were free from Giselle, I would be with him in a second. I would feel guilty for taking him from Giselle, but my happiness would be bigger because James would be mine again.
The same fear that made me leave him the first time didn't allow me to tell him all these things. My thoughts reminded me that he belonged to the world, when he was once only mine.
And I wanted him to be mine again.
A chill that ran down my spine snapped me out of my thoughts. I needed to get back to bed, and I needed to find another blanket. But as my eyes looked down at him, he looked so peaceful and comfortable. I was so tempted that it didn't take too much self-convincing before I gave in.
I pulled the covers aside and laid down beside him, snuggling into his chest. Almost immediately, I felt his arms slink around my waist. Pulling the covers back around us, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
It was another few hours before the effect of the medecine died down, and my eyes blinked back as I opened them. It was hot now, with James' arms around me and the blanket covering us. Added was the effect of the medecine that made me sweat out my fever and my blouse was dampened with sweat. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I tried to pull away, since it was starting to get uncomfortable. But his arms tightened around me and he groaned. "Espera, bonita..." Wait, beautiful, He said into my neck. "Its too early to get up."
My eyes found a clock on the wall, right across from where we were. It was nearly five in the morning.
"James," I complained, pulling at his arms. "Let go. I'm suffocating."
"No," He refused, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "I have to take advantage and enjoy this moment while it lasts. Ya que me dejaste abrazarte mientras dormías." Now that you let me hold you while you slept.
"I had a fever and needed to keep warm." I argued. At least that had been part of the reason.
He snorted. "Te gusta que te abraze, no te hagas." You like it when I hug you, don't pretend.
I blushed.
When I said nothing, he grinned, "You're blushing, aren't you? I know you so well." And I knew he was grinning because of his tone of voice and for the same reason he knew I was blushing. We knew each other so well.
After the flash sickness that had taken me the night before and drained all my energy, I was left with no more strength to get up. I was feeling much better, but it was not enough that I was feeling completely fine. With a sigh of defeat, I finally said to him, "Okay, fine. Go back to sleep. I'm going to wake you at seven and then I'm going back to my house."
"Stay here," He begged, his voice still sounding sleepy. "I'll take care of you, make you that chicken soup you like so much. Te voy a consentir." I'm going to spoil you.
I laughed in amusement. "You can't cook, James. Don't even try it. We don't want another incident with the microwave." I reminded him.
"Okay," He chuckled, "I'll ask my mom to make you that soup you like so much."
"That sounds like a better idea." I nodded.
"Now I can't sleep." He complained, his voice sounding amused.
"Let's get up then." I suggested.
"No," He quickly shook his head, "Lets just stay like this a bit longer. I may never get another moment like this with you." He said the last part a bit saddened.
But he was right.
I had Toni now and he would be getting married in a few months. When would we ever have a moment like this?
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another update for this story. this one is a bit shorter because it is the second part of the previous chapter. it was supposed to be one long chap. but i cut it in two. so i hope you like the update. it means a lot to me. thank you for reading and supporting me.
i love you.
clary xx
