5
I never realized just how strong I was until that moment.
Jack’s tall frame–what, he’s like 6’2“?–fell right to the ground with just one push.
Unfortunately, he landed on his injured arm and winced. That pained sound he made? It was, well… let’s just say it made my heart skip a beat.
Frantically, I jumped out of bed to help him up. My hand, completely on its own, managed to “accidentally” graze those glorious abs.
Yep, still as firm and smooth as ever.
Actually, they were even more defined than they had been back in college.
Jack smirked, clearly enjoying this way too much. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his abs, pushing my fingers along the ridges.
With a low, seductive voice, he whispered in my ear, “You like them? I worked out just for you.”
Cue instant heart palpitations. My face flushed as I yanked my hand back. “Have you no shame?”
Instead of getting angry, Jack burst out laughing, his grin so wide it practically reached the back of his head.
This guy did that car accident knock something loose in his brain? He was acting like a completely different person.
10:24 AM
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Before I could say anything else, the nurse walked in, clearing her throat loudly. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you patched up.”
I wanted to die from embarrassment. I bolted for the bathroom to get myself together.
By the time I came back, Jack had finished his treatment, sitting there in his hospital gown with a lazy smile. The nurse handed me two tubes of ointment. “Apply these once a day.”
She turned to Jack, giving him a stern warning, “And no strenuous activities!”
Jack winked at me as the nurse left, and I shot him a withering glare.
I gathered up my things, though there wasn’t much–just my phone. Jack, still looking pitiful, asked, “Babe, where are you going?”
“To work.”
“But it’s Saturday.”
I hesitated.
Jack, ever persistent, pushed on, “I’m so badly injured, and I can’t feed myself. Can’t you stay and take care of me?”
He was really laying it on thick now.
“I already asked the doctor. You’ll be out of here in two or three days. You’re not exactly paralyzed.”
Still, Jack wouldn’t let up. “Babe, how about this? I’ll pay you a thousand bucks a day just to bring me food.”
I laughed, giving him a look. “Since when are you this loaded?”
He shrugged. “I can’t remember exactly, but judging by my bank statements, I’m probably making at least a million a year.”
I blinked. What the hell? I barely make seven grand a month!
The gap between us was wider than I thought.
“Alright, fine. I guess if it’s a humanitarian effort…”
Jack’s transfer was smoother than clockwork.
