Kiss Me Slow (Top Shelf Romance Book 1)

by Tijan

  The paramedics enter the room, and I see the recognition as they realize they’re in Eli Walsh’s house. They look at both of us and back to him.

  Questions are fired off as they try to gather information about his injuries and medical history. So many things I don’t know . . .

  “Is he taking any medication?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Any medical conditions?”

  “I don’t know,” I admit.

  “Allergies?”

  “I . . .” I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  “Has he taken any drugs? Been drinking?”

  “No, I’ve never seen him take anything. And I wasn’t here, so I have no idea if he drank anything.”

  They both look to each other and then ask more questions that I can’t answer. It takes me three minutes to realize how much Eli and I don’t know about each other. He has no idea I’m allergic to penicillin or that I had surgery eight years ago for an ovarian cyst. We’re so in love and so oblivious.

  He groans as they roll him onto the backboard and then carry him down the stairs. I grab my phone and keys off the front entry table and they’re already closing the doors.

  I quickly try to lock up, but my blood-covered hands are shaking so bad I can’t get the key to go in.

  Whitman comes over, places his hand over mine, steadying it so I can turn the key. “I’ll drive you over,” he says, guiding me to the cruiser.

  I don’t say anything, I’m in shock, and my mind can’t fully absorb anything. I climb in the back and twist my hands together.

  The only thing that goes through my mind is that I can’t lose him. Not like this. Not so soon after Stephanie. Not when we haven’t had enough time. We deserve more time.

  Please, God, give me more time.

  “Randy!” I rush forward as he sprints into the hospital. It’s been twenty minutes since we arrived. I was told to take a seat and they’d let me know something, but no one will answer me. They keep saying I’m not family. “They’re not telling me anything, but they’re working on him.”

  “Okay, I’ll find out.” Randy heads to the desk where the nurse grabs a file and then escorts him back.

  Savannah’s hand touches my shoulder, and I turn to her with tears streaming. “It’s okay, Heather. Eli is strong.”

  “I don’t know what happened. There was blood on the carpet from the bathroom to where I found him. I guess he hit his head and stopped there?” Now that I’ve had time to think, I’m trying to piece together the scene. My best guess is that he fell. I know his foot was giving him problems, so maybe he tripped? Either way, he hit his head, and then either fell again . . . or something. Why was he dripping with sweat? Did he have to drag himself from the bathroom? I don’t know. “I couldn’t tell the paramedics anything. I don’t know what caused this or if he takes any medication . . . I called as soon as I snapped out of it.”

  Savannah guides me to the chair, and she’s silent. “So, you and Eli haven’t really gotten to that share everything point?” she asks after a few minutes.

  “No, I guess not. We happened so fast and so strong. It was like this tornado that swooped us both up. Plus, I was dealing with my sister’s disease, and he was trying to be there for me. I don’t know.”

  She takes my hand in hers. “Randy should be out soon, he’ll let you know what’s going on.”

  “I should’ve gone and checked on him earlier.”

  Hindsight is a bitch. I had a feeling when he wasn’t responding. I ignored it, and he needed me.

  Randy comes into view, and we both stand. “He’s going to be okay. He’s confused, but he’ll be fine.”

  “Oh, thank God.” I sigh. The weight lifts from my chest, and I can breathe again.

  “He wants to see you, but he needs a few more tests.”

  “Okay.” I’ll sit out here and wait forever if it means he’ll be okay. He’s going to be okay. I knew I was afraid, but I hadn’t realized how tightly the fear had gripped me until it was gone. “Do you know what happened?”

  Randy looks to Savannah and then back to me. “The details are fuzzy, but I’m sure he’ll explain what he remembers.”

  “I’m going to call your mom,” Savannah says and kisses his cheek.

  “I’m glad you checked on him,” Randy says as we take a seat. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone there. He’s really lucky to have you, Heather. I hope you know how much he loves you.”

  It’s weird hearing this from his brother. We’ve only met twice now, but Randy seems to understand Eli at his core. He clearly loves his brother, and it’s a bond I can understand completely. What he said is something I would’ve felt toward someone loving Stephanie.

  “I love him, too.”

  He nods. “I believe you do.”

  Savannah returns from her phone call right as the doctor comes out.

  He explains that Eli finished his CT scan, and they’re going to do some additional testing, but he’s alert and receiving fluids. “He’s back in his room if you’d like to see him, he’s asking for Randy and then Heather.”

  “I’ll be brief.” He smiles and then follows the doctor through the double doors.

  Relief floods my veins now that we’ve confirmed he’s going to be fine. I close my eyes and say a silent prayer to Stephanie. I feel her here. This hospital was where we spent so much time together. Days of testing that turned into overnights because of her exhaustion. So many nights I slept in that God-awful chair that they said was a bed, hoping her pain would subside.

  I hoped it would be a long time before I walked these halls again.

  Randy returns to the waiting room not even ten minutes later.

  “He’s waiting for you.” He smiles. “We have to get back to the kids, but if you need anything, just call, okay? I’ll come back tomorrow to check on things.”

  Savannah pulls me in and kisses my cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow as well, okay?”

  “Of course.”

  I make my way to Eli’s room and knock softly. The door creaks and his eyes meet mine. All at once, my emotions burst forward. Relief that he’s okay, fear that it could’ve gone another way, happiness that he looks a little like himself, guilt that I wasn’t there, and most of all . . . love for this man.

  “Eli,” I say as a prayer. I move forward, and he pulls me to his chest. “God, I was so scared.”

  His arms are tight, and I breathe him in. “I’m going to be fine, baby.”

  I lift my head and touch his face. “You scared me.”

  He closes his eyes. “I was stupid.”

  “Stupid?”

  Eli takes my hands in his. “I should’ve never pushed myself.”

  “What happened?” I ask, but the nurse enters.

  “Hi, Mr. Walsh, I’m your nurse, Shera,” she smiles. “I’m going to start the Solu-Medrol in the IV, and then I’ll take your vitals again.”

  “Thank you,” he says.

  I know that drug.

  I don’t know why, but I swear I’ve heard it before.

  I rack my brain to remember why the hell it sounds so familiar.

  Then it hits me.

  Solu-Medrol is what they gave Stephanie when her nerve pain flared. It’s a drug she had several times to reduce the inflammation, and it’s only used for severe conditions.

  My eyes meet Eli’s, and the floor drops out from beneath me.

  Chapter 25

  Eli

  I see the storms roll through her brown eyes. I watch the confliction without saying a word. There’s nothing I’m going to be able to say to explain this.

  I’ve been lying to her.

  The nurse takes her time as the tension fills the room. I almost want her to stay, any second to prolong the inevitable, I’ll take.

  There were so many times I could’ve said something. Randy laid into me pretty hard, and I deserved every word.

  He has no idea the guilt I’ve felt for keeping my illness from
her. The nights I lie awake with her in my arms, hating myself because I’m a pussy and couldn’t let her go. I’m a selfish prick. I know this, but for the first time, I didn’t care.

  “All right, I’ll be back to check on you in an hour,” Shera explains and pats my arm. “I’m a big fan, Mr. Walsh. We’ll take good care of you.”

  The knot in my throat doesn’t allow me to speak. My gaze turns back to Heather, and I wait.

  A single tear rolls down her perfect cheek. I watch as it lands on her lips, ones I know I’ll never feel again, and my heart breaks. I wonder if this could’ve been different. If I’d told her I was sick, would she have stayed? I’ll never know.

  “You’re sick.” Her soft voice is filled with pain.

  “Yes.”

  Heather’s hands shake as she tries to wipe her face. “Do you have Huntington’s disease?”

  “No, I have relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis.”

  Her lips part, and I watch her face fall. Fear beams from her eyes before another tear descends. “Are—” She clears her throat. “Are you okay?”

  Agony like I’ve never felt before spreads through my body. Not because I’m actually in pain, but because even though she knows I’ve been hiding my condition, she’s still worried about me.

  I’m a fucking piece of shit.

  I don’t deserve her.

  “I haven’t been symptomatic in a while. I usually take medication that helps keep things under control.”

  She nods slowly while twisting her hands. “I see. And you’re not taking them now?”

  I’ve been reckless with my body the last few months. On tour, I didn’t take the infusions regularly. Then I met Heather, and I thought I could be free for a little while. I didn’t know we’d have something like this. Yes, I had feelings for her, but I truly thought they would fade, not intensify. My time with Heather has been the first time I felt warmth in my life, and I know the darkness will be that much deeper when she leaves.

  “Not like I should.”

  Her gaze moves to where her hands are laced tightly together in her lap. “Okay. How long have you known you have MS?”

  Her calm tone scares me more than if she were yelling.

  “I had my first symptom ten years ago.”

  “Right. Ten years.”

  There’s no anger in her voice, only resignation. She keeps her eyes down, leaving me no indication of what she’s thinking. She has no idea how much guilt I’ve grappled with. But my need for her won out. Self-preservation came before anything else. I had to have her. I needed to keep her.

  “I wanted to tell you,” I admit.

  “But you didn’t.”

  Because I’m a fucking pussy. “I couldn’t.”

  Her eyes lift, a mix of hurt and anger fill her gaze. “And you thought lying to me about it was the better option?”

  “I couldn’t tell you. I tried, but I couldn’t do it.”

  She clutches her stomach and drops her head.

  My chest aches and dread spreads through me. She’s going to leave, just like Penelope. As soon as she found out I wasn’t the perfect man, that I was damaged, she took off. When Heather returns her gaze to me, I see the same goodbye in her eyes, exactly like all those years ago.

  “You kept the fact that you were sick from me. You . . . hid this.” She chokes on the words. “Even knowing everything I went through? How could you do this to me? How could you make me believe that we were building a future together, when all the while you were keeping something so serious from me? How, Eli, how?” Her voice cracks at the end, and I curse myself for being weak.

  Weakness in my heart. Weakness in my body.

  I can’t go to her. I can’t grab her and force her to hear me out. Even though, I have nothing but excuses. Dread fills the room, weaving its way around my broken heart, squeezing tighter as I prepare for her to leave me.

  “I’ve hated myself for it. I wanted you to see me, know me, love me, and then I was going to tell you. I know it’s fucked up. But when you told me about your sister, I couldn’t tell you. Then the day I was finally going to tell you, Stephanie died. After that, there was no way I could say it.”

  “And what about all the time since then?”

  “Each day I kept it in, it became harder to tell you. I was afraid if I did, you were going to leave.”

  “What?” She turns with a mix of anger and shock. “You thought if I knew you were sick, that I’d walk away from you? You think that’s who I am?”

  “I think it’s easy to love a man who isn’t falling apart.”

  “And you think I’m that shallow? Do you know me at all? I would never have left you because you were sick!”

  “I couldn’t know that!”

  Heather stands and moves toward my bed and tears fill her eyes as she touches my cheek. I want to relish in her touch, but I won’t allow myself any of it. “You didn’t give me a chance to show you.”

  “If you’re going to go, then go,” I spit the words.

  She shakes her head, opening and closing her mouth before she collapses in the chair. Heather’s body sings of defeat. I’ve broken her.

  Anger toward myself builds like blocks. Each stacking higher and higher until I can’t see over the wall. I punch my way through, each blow causing my panic to rise. She’s going to leave me, and I won’t be able to stop her.

  “I want to fucking stand and come over to you,” I say, hoping she is still listening. “I want to take you in my arms and be the man that you thought you had. But my fucking legs won’t work. I can’t walk, Heather. I can’t fucking walk. I screwed up every goddamn chance I had with you. I know this. I hate myself for it, and I won’t hurt you.”

  Her head lifts, and she wipes the tears with the back of her hand. “What do you mean your legs won’t work?”

  “I had shooting pain up and down my legs earlier. They’re now numb.”

  Her lips part and she sucks in a breath. “Is that how you fell?”

  “Yes, I knew it was happening, but I tried to pretend it wasn’t.”

  Heather doesn’t say a word. She watches me with her gorgeous eyes. Eyes that I know each speck of gold, each tiny piece of light brown, and every darker spot by memory. Eyes in which I’ve found everything I’ve ever wanted. She’s loved me because I’ve been the man she needed. Because of my MS, I’m now broken, weak, and a liar.

  I decide she needs to hear the entire ugly story. Let her get a glimpse into the hell my body is stirring. “My hand has occasionally been going numb over the last week.”

  Awareness flashes and she gasps. “Like when you dropped your phone?”

  “Today, I was in the bathroom and realized I’d left my phone on the table in the bedroom. My foot started to tingle and there was shooting pain up my legs. I sat at the tub, thinking I could rub my legs enough to make it stop, which it did enough that I thought I could get to my phone.” I look over, wanting to see her face when she hears it all. Heather is a statue, she doesn’t move or even breathe, so I lay it out. “I took one step before I went down. My head slammed on the side of the counter.”

  “Eli,” she gasps.

  I lift my palm to stop her. “I don’t think I passed out then, and I knew I was bleeding. But I couldn’t feel my legs.” Her hand covers her mouth as another tear falls. “I couldn’t move, and all I could think about was disappointing you. I knew you needed me, but I couldn’t get to you. I was lying on that floor, refusing to fail you. So, I used every fucking scrap of strength I had and clawed my way out of there. Using only my arms, I pulled, pushed, and struggled to gain each goddamn inch. Knowing that this was going to be how it went.” She moves to my side, and I brush away her tears. I touch her blonde hair, memorizing the way it feels in my grasp. I touch her face, wishing I could go back in time. “I couldn’t get far before my arms started to ache. My hands weren’t closing like I wanted them to. I was weak, because that’s what this disease has made me.”

  “You’re not weak,” her
feathery voice rebuts. “All of this could’ve been avoided, Eli. Tonight could’ve been so much easier if you told me you were having symptoms instead of lying to me.”

  “You only knew me as Eli Walsh, the singer, actor, and man who could give you the world. I’ve lived this scene before, Heather. I watched it with Penelope, so go ahead and make your exit so we can go back to our lives!”

  “No.” The single word is steel, and it stops my pity party in its tracks. “Don’t you dare make me out to be like your ex. I’m not her. I’m not running away. I’m still sitting right here, trying to understand!”

  “Why?” I yell. “Why bother?”

  “Because I love you!” She’s on her feet at my side. “That’s what you do when you love someone!”

  I shake my head and smother the hope that tries to claw its way through. “What if I don’t love you?”

  I push the lie out of my mouth, needing her to have a seed of doubt.

  Heather’s eyes narrow, and she grips my face in her hands. “Say it to me again, Ellington. Tell me you don’t love me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that.”

  One tear falls from her beautiful eyes, and it kills me. No matter what happens from this moment forward, I won’t lie to her. I can’t hurt her like that, because it would be like cutting out my own heart.

  “I can’t.”

  Her hands move from my face to cover her own. “You can’t lie to me anymore, Eli. If we’re going to do this together, we have to be honest.”

  “Do what?” I ask.

  “If we’re going to fight this. I need to know what all of your disease means.”

  I had so many brilliant reasons why I should keep this from her, but all of them seem ridiculous now, except this last one. The one I feared more than anything, that she’d look at me like this. Heather’s eyes are no longer filled with fear or anger, now it’s resolve. It’s the same way she looked at her sister.

  I love her more than anything in this world, and I won’t be another thing she has to care for.

  She’s done it her whole life, and it won’t be how we live.

  “I won’t do this,” I say. “I won’t become a patient to you. I can’t.”