Coveted

|Chapter 4

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| Chapter 4

By the time I awoke my hair was a sweaty tangled brown mess, I peeled the covers from my skin and sat up feeling my head thump away immediately. The shot of pain up my leg told me no one came to heal me which in one way I was grateful for, I don't think I could take it if this new brother suddenly managed to read my mind and everything that happened yesterday night.

That familiar feeling of pure awkwardness lodged itself into my chest as I took in my surroundings. 

Maybe I can leave today. 

Maybe it's over.

But even if you do leave, where the hell will you go? Back to your possible homicidal boyfriend?

"Uh, not now." I moaned trying to silence the nagging voice in my head before focusing all my attention on simply standing up. You'd be surprised how hard that was with every nerve feeling like it was on fire every step I took. Finally reaching the door, I had to close my eyes and steady my breathing. Okay, just go down, be totally normal and go from there. No one s gonna know how much of a slut you are or how badly you wanted to bone their brother last time. That voice really wasn't helping. 

Mustering the courage from somewhere took a good twenty minutes but finally, I was limping down the giant spiral staircase wincing with every step as I gripped the banister like my life depended on it. 

"Oi Shane!" My head snapped up with shock at the booming voice filling the once eerily silent hallway. It was Jeremy standing by the round table, his eyes narrowed in annoyance as Regan came hurrying out the kitchen and pausing behind him. "You never healed our girl! Come on man, she's limping in agonizing pain!" He mockingly cried out. I tried to wave it away, to say that I was fine but someone was already rushing up the stairs to greet me. "You a bad healer bro."

Do they have super sonic hearing or something as well as being psychic? Cause I made a point of biting my lips till they bled so no one would hear.

"I'm okay really. . ." I breathed as the last of the brothers reached me. His brown eyes drank me in but not with lust or even anger just pure concern. His hair had been dyed a dirty blonde and lay in straightened strands around his face, his skin looked almost glossy with the addition of the perfect sun tan. Where from? I have no idea. His nose looked a little cracked with a small bump and a small beauty mark located just by the side of his left eye. His lashes were so long and on the verge of hypnotizing, I swear I could see every flutter almost perfectly . . . and . . . was . . . he . . . radiating? 

Not shining no, we're not talking twilight here but he was radiating something just not a colour. It was a strange feeling but I couldn't look away from him. I was in complete awe. 

His hand softly wrapped around my wrist and a sense of calmness spread through my chest, working it's way like a warm snake down to my legs and all the spots of pain. Sure, it still hurt but I was too . . . calm to care . . .

"There," he whispered, his voice like gentle waves as a small smile spread across his lips. He reached out for my other hand and took it slowly in his moving backwards. "Let's get you seated and we'll see about healing you up."

All I could do was nod, my eyes unable to pull away as I glided down the stairs. Without knowing it my lips started moving, my voice sounding like a stranger's. "You're better than morphine . . ."

A crackle of laugher sounded behind me and then suddenly I was sitting on a leather stool, large glass windows in front of me with various plates scattered up on an old marble sink. The black counters were barley visable under the clutter of unopened letters and catalogues. The island in front of me held a small bowl of fruit, a few mugs with steaming coffee already poured in and Jeremy peering at me with a large grin from the other side leaning on both his arms. Regan was just behind him leaning his back against the sink creating a darkened shadow to stretch into the kitchen from the blocked light.