Dangerous Attractions

Chapter 11

Samantha POV;

"I'm fine," I say for maybe the hundredth time. Kyle does still not look very convinced.

"Seriously, does it hurt?" He asks again. I groan as I roll my eyes and slump back in the bed that I'm currently lying on.

It's been an hour since I woke up. To be honest, it wasn't very pretty. I actually think I had some kind of meltdown mixed with anger and fear.

Kyle had immediately pushed past everyone to calm me down, but it kind of ended with him almost getting a black eye.

Luckily, a few minutes later, they gave me a sedative. Not much, but enough for me to calm down.

"Kyle, if you ask me one more time, I will bloody hit you," I threaten. He sighs and run a hand through his messy hair, making it look even more disheveled.

"You scared the shit out me, you know that?" He says and looks at me with a smile that is covered in disbelief. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I scared you? Did you not see what happened out there? I think I almost peed myself." At this he laughs and suddenly grabs my hand.

I know I shouldn't really be surprised when he touches me after...you know, but it is kind of weird.

A heavy, but comfortable silence appears between us. We just stare at each other, both of us lost in thoughts. I let my eyes trail down his face, slowly as I try to remember him.

As if you could forget a face like that. Shut up. I almost scoff at myself, but restrain it, too scared to break the stare between me and Kyle.

What I notice the most about him is his beard. Well not exactly full-grown beard, but it looks like he hasn't shaven for a few days.

"You should shave," I find myself mutter. Kyle looks at me surprised before bringing his hand to his chin, slightly rubbing it.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he says with a light laugh.

I slowly rise from my lying position, winching slightly from the wound in my thigh.

Thankfully it wasn't anything fatal. It was mostly the fear and high blood pressure that made me black out, but it still hurts like a bitch.

Well, I believe that it might have been because of the sight of all the blood, but the other explination seems more logic.

"Shit, you okay?" This time, when he asks, I hit him in his chest.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?" He asks, rubbing the place where I hit him.

"I warned you to not ask me that." Before he could say anything else, the door opens from the other side of the room. Colton strides in, a bandage wrapped around his forehead. When he sees us, a big smile plasters on his lips.

"Now, how is the lady?" He asks, cheekily. I furrow my eyebrows slightly at him. He seems too happy for this situation.

Kyle must have thought the same, because just before I get to ask, he does it before me.

"Why are you so happy?"

Colton brings his hand into one of the pockets of his black hoodie and pulls out an orange box.

"They gave me painkillers, and you know that I never take just one of these, Kyle," he says with a smirk, before chuckling.

"You're an idiot Cole," Kyle mutters and turns his attention to me again.

Our hands are still intertwined and as I try to pull it away, feeling kind of uncomfortable, Kyle only tightens the grip. I look up at him and see him staring at back at me intently.