I stretched and yawned as I entered the bathroom. I had slept so deep, I had no idea if Jace returned the previous night from wherever he went to.
"Good morning." I said even as I was stunned to see him in there with a bandage around his arm.
Knowing how much he hated it when I asked him certain questions, I decided to keep quiet and wait for him to leave.
"What are you waiting for?"
I hopped on one feet, almost feeling like I was going to pee on myself.
"I need to pee." I said, pointing at the toilet.
"So?" He arched a brow.
"Well," I gestured for him to leave without saying it.
"I have seen every part of you Mira, peeing shouldn’t be an exception."
I swallowed. This was about to get really awkward.
I slowly walked to the toilet and sat on it, feeling his eyes on me, I refused to look up. But when I did, his eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of him.
I let myself pee with my eyes closed all through.
By the time I opened my eyes he was gone. How the hell did I not hear him leave? I wondered.
I flushed and washed my hands. Then I decided to brush my teeth.
I heard him groan as soon as I came out of the bathroom. Out of curiosity, I went to check on him and saw the first aid box as he tried to dress his wound.
"Can I help you with that?" I offered nervously, awaiting his rejection.
"Yes," he rasped, looking straight into my eyes.
I was stunned by his positive response and not waiting to allow him change his mind, I got closer to him and checked the wound.
"Is this a bullet wound?" I whispered.
I didn’t want to ask how he got it. It was obvious that he got into something when he drove out last night.
Slowly, I picked up everything I needed to dress the wound. I had a little knowledge about first aid treatment so I applied it to ensure the wound was not infected. The source of this content ɪs novęlfire.net
I wrapped it with a clean set of bandages when I was done. It felt odd to be so close to him when we weren’t having sex. The chemistry felt different with us doing something so normal.
"All done," I said when I finished only to see him staring down at me, my lips specifically. I stared at his too.
I don’t know how I got the courage to, but I pulled his face towards mine, egging him on to kiss me full on the lips. I knew he wanted to. I wanted him to.
His lips crashed into mine in no second. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a sense of fulfillment like it had scratched an itch of mine.
I tried to deepen the kiss when an unruly interruption came as a knock on the bedroom door.
We stood there for seconds staring into each other’s eyes. I tried to fish out what it was his eyes were saying. They looked warmer than anything I’d ever witnessed with him.
"The door," he said, clearing his throat.
I nodded, not exactly moving as quick as I was supposed to because my eyes were still on his. It took him looking away for me to get back to my senses.
I scurried out of the closet and opened the door to the bedroom.
"Good morning ma’am."
It was one of the staff.
"Good morning." I said, hoping he would not take note of the fact that I was blushing red as a tomato.
"There’s someone here to see you."
"Ahhh!" I screamed, not letting her finish whatever she wanted to say.
Disregarding the fact that I was still in my pajamas, I sped downstairs.
He was standing there looking uncomfortable in the middle of the living room as I rushed in.
"Roberto!" I screamed yet again.
I practically jumped on him and him being the stronger sibling, he caught me. I hugged him like my life depended on it. I had not seen him in forever.
"Oh my goodness look at you!" I exclaimed, holding his face in my hands as I turned it in different directions.
It felt surreal to see him again for the first time in months. I couldn’t believe the last time I saw him was at the wedding.
"You look well." He responded with a soft smile.
"You do too." I said, fighting back the tears that were about to run down my face.
I made him sit while I gave him barely any space.
"Certainly not the same without you." He said after a long sigh.
"Is that why you’re keeping a beard?" I teased, rubbing on his goatee.
We got engrossed in different conversations, talking animatedly as we typically did.
It wasn’t until his laughter stopped midway that I noticed we had a visitor.
Of course it was Jace. He was no longer shirtless but dressed in a black t-shirt paired with black joggers.
We both got on our feet instinctively.
"Hello Roberto." Jace said to my brother. His face was expressionless.
"Don Romano," Roberto said with a curt nod.
"Nice of you to visit us." Jace said, beckoning on me to come to him with a move of his hand.
I tried to move and surprisingly my brother held me back.
"Roberto, what are you doing?" I said in a low tone through gritted teeth.
He held on tighter. Was this boy trying to lose his life or something?
"Let go. Now." I ordered him and reluctantly he let me go to Jace.
I stood by my husband’s side and shivered slightly as he put his arm around my waist possessively.
I watched them stare each other down. It seemed like a power tussle between two men over a woman they loved. Only in this case, it was my brother, who loved me more than anyone else, and my husband, who held on to me like a prized possession and nothing more.