SHE

Twenty three

"But-" Eden kept on complaining. 

"I told you - you're staying home," Blake's patience was slowly running out. It wasn't hard to figure out from the way his knuckles turned whiter by second.

"But I-," Eden wouldn't give up.

"Just leave it and-" Blake was raising his voice.

This had been going on for nearly half an hour. And I truly had heard enough of this.

"Will both of you shut up already? Seriously, complaining like two 10 year olds. Grow up, will you?" I sighed, turning to Eden, "you're not going anywhere, not leaving this bed, unless I say so, got it? Your brother is right, your health is priority, screw anything else," I turned to Blake, "you know better than let this idiot get to you."

There was a moment of silence.

Blake nodded, smiling: "thanks, Ru," he turned to leave, "by the way, welcome to the family."

I felt a warm feeling spread through my body, it couldn't be explained any differently than happiness. I couldn't help but feel slightly bad for what was actually the goal in this whole getting close to them thing. Of course, I never acted, I was myself apart from the times I had no other choice but lie or act to protect my mission.

"You know, it kinda turns me on when you go all bossy on me," Eden smiled, taking my hand in hers.

I climbed on top of her, putting my legs both side of her body, making sure I wasn't adding any extra weight on her.

"I know a few more ways to turn you on," I placed small kisses on her jawline and neck, "but I wouldn't want to hold back on our first time."

"You don't have to," she breathed, "I can handle it."

I pecked her lips, placing a strand of hair behind her ear and laying down next to her: "you might, but your stitches for sure wouldn't."

She placed her finger on my chin, drawing a straight line downwards: "just a few more days."

I smirked, shivers running through my when her finger was crossing my lower stomach: "for someone who has rejected me so many times, you seem quite thirsty."

She stopped her finger, looking up at me, smiling: "stitches or not, it wouldn't stop me."

I raised a brow: "but multiple times already-"

"It was too fast, beautiful," she winked at me.

I still couldn't bring myself to believe it, when my intuition told me otherwise. Needless to say - my intuition was never wrong. Or maybe it was now? Great, now I'm even starting to doubt myself.

Yet still, I nodded my head, smiling.

Lately I'd started to think that maybe what Eden was doing, wasn't orders coming from Blake or anyone else in the gang. Maybe it was her that put the wall between us. But no matter how much or less I thought about it, it always ended the same - it was absurd, she'd never put our relationship at risk.

"So what you wanna do today apart from not moving from this bed?" I asked.

"You really don't have to stay here, Ru. I just need a little time to heal, so there's nothing you can do for me."

I ignored her attempt at getting rid of me: "how about I show you a few good movies, since all Blake has in this house is pretty much the worst out there?"

She raised her brow: "what's wrong with horror?"

I sighed, picking up a laptop Blake had given us earlier on: "I'll pretend you didn't ask that because it just might have indelible effect on our relationship."