Nobody's Girl

by Love, Michelle

  The cock of his eyebrow draws my attention as he reaches for my hand, sending chills through me.

  Why does his touch do this to me?

  “He’s not here right now, Alyssa. It’s only you and I, so can I still touch you and talk to you how I want to?” His deep green eyes twinkle at me.

  Sure, he can do anything he wants. Kyle’s not here after all. I blink to clear the dreamy gaze I must surely have off my face. “I guess so.”

  What have I done? Is this a type of cheating? Am I a damn cheater?

  When his lips touch the hand he has in his, I almost faint. My head is so light it’s as if I could fly. “Thank you, Alyssa, my sweet princess,” he says, low and sexy.

  Crap, crap, crap! I am a cheater because I am loving this way too much.

  “Eden, you’re too much. Stop teasing me,” I say with a giggle, because he has to be messing with me.

  Eden moves to sit on the bed in front of me. The remote sits on the chair, so no television right now, I guess. He picks up the spoon I’ve laid in the bowl. Dipping it in the oatmeal, he brings it to my lips.

  “Less talking and more eating, please. You need to get your strength back,” he says as he places the spoon between my lips, which readily open for him.

  Traitorous lips!

  Who knew being fed oatmeal could cause a fire to grow in your lower regions? But it can.

  Bite after bite, he feeds me, stopping to hold the cup of water with the straw in it for me to drink from in between bites. The bowl is empty before I know it. He dabs at my mouth with a paper napkin.

  Leaning his head down, his lips touch my ear as his words flow warmly over it. “I’m not teasing you, Alyssa.” My damn tattletale machine beeps like crazy as my entire body blushes.

  This is bad!

  CHAPTER 12

  EDEN

  This is pure torture, having to wait in this small waiting room while the doctor and nurse hurt my poor mate. If we were married, I could’ve stayed while they took all the tubes out of her body.

  Her eyes held fear as they explained how they must remove the horrible catheter. Then they sent me out like I’m nothing.

  The squeak of the door to her room draws my attention. Yes, there they go, done bothering my sweet princess. I hurry to her with the bag of clothes her mother brought. Pushing the door open, I see her pale face.

  “Are you okay?”

  Her face is pale as she answers, “Not really, but everything had to come out of me and it was not pleasant in the least. I feel a bit sick to my stomach, but I’ll be fine.”

  Rubbing her shoulder, I run my hand down her arm, stopping where the IV has left a bruise on her hand. I gently rub my thumb over it. “My poor Alyssa,” I say, as my eyes go to hers. “You’ll be better soon. This will all be behind us.”

  Her plump red lips lift to one side. “Us?”

  “You, I mean,” I say, finding the slip up amusing. I laugh, which makes her smile.

  Maybe she likes my laugh as much as I like hers.

  “What’s in the bag, Romeo?” she asks as she reaches for it.

  I hand it over. “Your mother brought them early this morning. She found us both asleep and left them with the charge nurse. Its clothes for you to put on so we can go home.”

  Her expression becomes riddled with confusion. “Mom came and didn’t wake me up! How crazy is that? I mean, I’m aware you don’t know my parents, but that’s insane. Why in the hell do they trust you so damn much?”

  With a shrug of my shoulders, I say, “Couldn’t tell you. Now get dressed while I sign whatever it is they need me to, and come out when you’re ready. Then we can get on the road.”

  Leaving her with the bag, I walk away, but turn back to her, gripping her chin in my hand. “The little black box is from me, though. You should put it on too. I’m dying to see how it looks on you.” Then I leave the room, slightly giddy with the knowledge thatshe must have thought I was about to kiss her, because she leaned in a bit with parted lips.

  I lean against the wall next to her hospital room door. She’s taking a while. It must be hard for her to dress herself. I would go help her, but I doubt she’d let me. She might have let me kiss her before I left the room, though. That’s a step in the right direction.

  When the door opens, she takes a weak step forward. She holds onto the handle like it’s holding her up. “Wow, I’m dizzy and weak. This is crazy.”

  I wrap my arm around her waist, making her lean against my side. “Let me help you, Alyssa,” I command as I look her over to be sure she’s really okay to leave.

  She looks fine, just weak. And there’s the necklace I gave her, hanging just below her collar bone. I hold the small silver bird with sapphires for its eyes between my fingers. “Do you like it?”

  “I do, thank you. It’s really beautiful. You didn’t have to do that, though,” she says as she looks up at me, making my heart break for her. Such a tiny thing, and hurt. It’s almost unbearable.

  “I wanted to. Now let’s get you home,” I say as I smile down at her, then brush a stray piece of hair from her face.

  A nurse comes to us with a wheelchair. “Mr. Fontaine, you go get your car and meet me at the entrance. I’ll take her down in the wheelchair. It’s hospital policy, sir.”

  I place her in the chair, although I’m reluctant to walk away from her. Then I hurry out to get my car.

  The sight of her in the wheelchair makes my stomach churn. I never want to see that again. Except maybe when she’s carrying our babies in her arms.

  As I wait at the entrance for her, a tall, black truck barrels into the parking lot.

  What must his emergency be?

  I watch him jump from the entirely-too-tall vehicle and run at break-neck speed into the hospital.

  I hope no one’s died!

  As my eyes follow the poor distraught guy, I see the elevator doors open, and there’s my Alyssa, with her nurse pushing her out. I get out of the car to help her in.

  As I walk around, opening the passenger side door I hear a man’s voice shout, “Ally!”

  I turn to find the tall blonde man who rushed in picking my mate up from the wheelchair. My blood is boiling, and in an instant I’ve made it to them.

  Running my arm around her waist, I pull her from him. “Alyssa!” I growl.

  “Eden, this is Kyle. My Kyle. The one I told you about. Kyle, this is Eden, a friend of my parents’, in a way,” she says.

  Her body leans into mine, only because she hasn’t the strength to hold it up on her own.

  The nurse clears her throat. “Please sit her back down in the chair. I must wheel her all the way out to the car. It’s hospital policy.” I place her back down in the chair and send a harsh glance at the boy.

  “I’m taking her home,” he says.

  Like hell, he is!

  I follow the nurse and say, “My car is right there. She’s going with me.”

  He walks next to Alyssa as he speaks to her. “Tell him, Ally. Tell him you want to go with me.”

  The pain medication has her a bit loopy. She looks ahead at my car, a faint smile on her lips. “Hmm. I’m sorry, Kyle. Do you see that badass ride? Is that a jaguar?”

  Kyle looks up at the car. “Yeah, but, Al, tell him you’re coming with me.”

  Stopping at my car, the nurse gives me a look that tells me to take this elsewhere. Which I plan to do, but the jackass just took my mate’s hand in his, lifting her up. And now he’s hugging her, whispering something in her ear.

  She’s mine!

  I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. Instead, I wrap my arm around her and pry her away from him. “Her father knows I’m taking her home. He wouldn’t be pleased if I allowed her to go with anyone else,” I say as I open the door and help her into my car. “I suggest you take it up with him if you’d like to see her once she’s home.” I strap her seat belt, then stand back up, facing the boy.

  “See you at home, Kyle.” Alyssa smiles and waves. Before I tur
n and close the door, I hear her say, “This car smells magnificent. Is this real leather?”

  I move around the car as the boy gives me an extremely confused look. “Who the hell are you, dude?” he asks.

  I don’t bother to answer him. Once in the car, I drive away. Alyssa watches him through the rear-view mirror.

  “That went poorly,” she says. “Why did you snatch me away from him? I told you who he was. I know dad wanted me to ride home with you. It wasn’t like I was going to go with him. A minute or two to explain things to him would’ve been nice.”

  Pure anger flows through my veins. I grip the steering wheel. “Alyssa, have you no anger towards him? His lack of communication made you so distracted you nearly got yourself killed.”

  Alyssa’s head leans on the leather headrest. She turns her head to look at me. “It isn’t his fault I let myself get into such a tizzy over not hearing from him for a while. Not even a whole day had passed, and I was all upset like a crazy person. Don’t be mad at him.”

  “Well, I am. If you were mine, I’d never go somewhere without letting you know,” I say. “If it was important, I would want you with me. He left you alone and neglected to call or leave a damned text message. That’s inexcusable in my book.”

  Her arms cross over her chest, a clear sign she’s not happy with me right now. “Well, I’m not yours. I’m his. So you’ll have to get over it if you want to be my friend, Eden. Kyle and I are a package deal.”

  I have to put this anger away. It’s pushing her from me. Her words are like stones being thrown at my head. The idea of telling her who she really is does battle with the idea of bringing her around to that reality slowly. She’s in no condition to receive the information.

  Much calmer now, I reach over, dragging my knuckles across her cheek. “I’m sorry, Alyssa. I don’t know what got into me. I want us to get along. Anything to make my princess happy.” I smile over at her. Her arms uncross and she lays her head back.

  “Good,” she says, closing her eyes. “This is the softest leather I’ve ever felt. Does the top come down?”

  Good, she’s loving my car. I knew she would. “It does, but I’m not dropping the top today. Once you’re better, I’ll take you for a ride with the top down.”

  Blinking back visions of her sitting in the passenger side, her silky hair flowing around her gorgeous face, I’m hard in places I’m supposed to be steering clear of with her for now.

  The thump in my chest is back. I look at her in the bright sunlight. She’s here with me. It’s reality, not a dream. Her hand looks so inviting lying in her lap. I take it in mine, stroking her knuckles with my thumb. It does little to ease the tightness in my pants, but I don’t mind.

  Without opening her eyes, she says, “When Kyle comes over, none of this, okay?”

  When Kyle comes over. That’ll be never!

  “Agreed, baby.”

  CHAPTER 13

  ALYSSA

  After all the theatrics, Kyle hasn’t even shown up. Mom refuses to give me my cell because I need to be resting. It’s Saturday night, and I was supposed to get to go watch his band play for a while, but now I can’t.

  With no cell, I can’t even call him to let him know I won’t be there. He’ll be crushed, I guess.

  My bedroom serves as my new prison, albeit a nice one. But still I’m held against my will. Mom helped me bathe, which was embarrassing. I couldn’t do it myself, though. And I overheard her tell Eden the strangest thing. She asked him if she should help me, as if it was up to him.

  What they have going on is mind numbing, and my mind is already a bit on the bad side anyway. Thanks to the magic pills they sent home with me, I have no pain, but man, am I out of it.

  Eden either carries me or holds me so tight to his side that I’m almost a part of him. Which ain’t so bad. Except I’m not proud of myself for liking it.

  I hear footsteps in the hallway. “Hey!” I shout, wanting some company.

  Scotty pops open my door, sticking his head in. “Hey, sis, what’s up?”

  “I’m bored and lonely.”

  “Cool. I’ll get my Xbox and you can play games with me. That ought to un-bore you,” he says, taking off before I can tell him I’d rather be covered in chocolate and left on an ant hill.

  Mom must have seen him coming back up the stairs with his idiot box. “Where are you going with that? You know you’re not allowed to have that thing in your room. You’ll never sleep if we allow it.”

  “Mom, chill, I’m taking to Al’s. She’s bored and lonely. She told me to.”

  “Take that thing right back downstairs. She can’t have that kind of noise in her condition. It was nice of you to offer. I’ll tell her I sent you away.”

  I mouth a silent thank you to God for the intervention. My door opens and Mom comes in with a smile on her face. “Well, don’t you look lovely, all propped up in bed with your precious unicorn PJs on.”

  Yes, she’s dressed me in pajamas from seventh grade. She must’ve found them in the back of my drawer. The fact that they fit isn’t even plausible. I think she picked them for me just to make me look twelve in front of Eden.

  Plus, she put my hair in a braid after she washed it. Some braces and I’d look like a nerdy sixth grader at a sleepover. “Yeah Mom, I look like a million bucks. Can I please call Kyle and let him know I won’t be there tonight?”

  Her hands go to her hips and her head lolls to one side. “Now, dear, he knows you have a concussion. I’m sure he doesn’t expect you to be there.”

  “Probably not, but I’d like to talk to him anyway. He and Eden had a little thing at the hospital and I want him to know it’s all cool.”

  “Do you realize what time it is, sweetie?”

  It’s dark, but I’ve no idea of the time. “Why?”

  Crossing the room, she grabs the remote to my television. “Because it’s nearly nine. I’m sure he’s already playing,” she says as she hands it to me.

  She’s right, damn it!

  “I’m still bored and lonely, Mom. Come watch a movie with me,” I plead.

  “No can do, sweetie. Your father and I have a hot date in the backyard. There’s a meteor shower tonight. I’ll send Eden up, He’ll be happy to watch a movie with you,” she says, then flounces out the door.

  She’s sending Eden into my bedroom now? What in the hell is going on?

  Flipping on the TV, I search the guide for a movie. I’ve woken up in the twilight zone, or perhaps aliens have invaded and my parents are now pod people. Not sure which, but something isn’t right.

  A slight rap on the frame of my bedroom door brings my attention to it. There he stands, waiting for me to allow him in. He’s showered and changed into loose-fitting, black pajama bottoms, a white T-shirt, and bare feet. My gaze rests on them.

  Yep, just like I thought. His feet are perfect, just like everything else on him.

  Eden’s velvet voice draws my attention back to his gorgeous face. “So are you going to invite me in, Alyssa? Your mother has informed me of your boredom. I’m here for your amusement, princess.”

  With open arms, I say, “Please enter my prison, Eden.”

  His chuckle is cute as he moves fluidly across the room, taking a seat on the bed, facing me. In an instant, his knuckles drag across my cheek, making my breath catch in my throat.

  Why does his touch do this to me?

  “How do you feel, baby?”

  Princess and baby in a matter of seconds. He knows how to say the sweet words. My smile is a product of them. “The same. Light headed and groggy.”

  His hand creeps up my arm, settling at the back of my neck. He pulls me forward, touching his lips to my forehead.

  God, his lips are soft!

  Moving his hands to my shoulders, with gentle pressure he eases me back to lay my head on the pile of pillows my mother has placed on my bed.

  “If your head is light you shouldn’t be sitting up,” he tells me.

  The emerald color of his
eyes is the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen. Or is it my drug induced state which makes me see them this way?

  “Your eyes are gorgeous.”

  OMG! Did I just say that out loud?

  His velvet voice is but a whisper. “They are nothing compared to yours, precious.”

  Now I can add precious to the list of endearments this guy has in his vocabulary of loving words. Perhaps he’s a ladies’ man.

  His charm may have worked magic on my parents, but I’m savvier than they are. It will not work on me.

  “Stop messing with me, Eden.” I bat at his arms, which I find have been placed on either side of me, his face too close to mine.

  A sigh from him gives me enough information to know he wants to kiss me. I can’t let that happen. In slow motion, he pulls himself out of my personal space.

  “Do you have to accuse me of messing with you? I’m merely stating a fact. Your beauty is beyond compare. You should know that.”

  “Ha! What a line, Eden. Tell me do all the girls fall into your bed with that one?”

  The pained expression on his face makes me regret my words. “No one has ever fallen into my bed, Alyssa. I am made for one person and one person only.”

  No way! I’m not buying that. “Please lover-boy! Tell me more of your lines. They are priceless. And just who is this one person you’re made for? Do tell.”

  In haste, he moves off my bed. The bottle of pain pills sits on my nightstand. He opens it taking out one of them.

  Holding out the pill and a bottle of water, he looks at me with what appears like hurt in his eyes and says, “Your mother told me to make sure you take this. So please do that for her.”

  His face is blank, making me feel like an ass. I take what he’s offered and swallow the pill down. I’ve never talked to someone so meanly.

  Why did I just do that?

  “Eden, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I never talk to people like that. You get so close to me sometimes that I think you’re about to kiss me. Some things I can’t allow. I am taken. You need to remember that,” I say and find he’s placed his hand over his stomach.