Page 39 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

Stop fantasizing. Stop it right now.

“I can walk, you know,” I sass, irritated with myself for the direction my brain took.

“Fully aware.”

“What if I need the bathroom? Would you escort me there and wait while I did my business?”

The laugh that erupts from him only irritates me more.

“I’m sure I could assist with that.”

“G-good to know,” I finally whisper as he awkwardly keeps me against his chest while pulling my sheets back.

A content sigh spills from my lips as my body presses against my mattress.

After covering me up and tucking me in like I’m a child, Calvin lowers his ass to the edge of my bed. His eyes dart over my face, almost as if he’s memorizing every inch of me.

It’s weird, but equally, I don’t mind it.

“Do you need anything?”

“Meds,” I force out.

“Where are they?”

“Bathroom.”

“Be right back.”

I watch him retreat into my attached bathroom. Okay, I watch his ass in his sweats as he disappears into my bathroom.

He’s only gone for a few seconds before he returns with the blister pack of cold and flu pills I left on the counter earlier today. And this time, I get a front view of him in those sweats.

Stop ogling him, a little voice screams in my head.

But I can’t help it. It’s…it’s right there and⁠—

“Sienna.” My eyes jump up to meet his as the deep rasp of his voice hits me.

And there’s the smirk.

My cheeks heat for the millionth time tonight.

It’s because you’re sick, I remind myself.

I’m not thinking clearly, and my body is getting away with itself. It’s probably in a state of panic.

What if this is it and Calvin is the last man I see, let alone get a chance to⁠—

No.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I hold out my hand for him to drop two pills into.

Next, he hands me the bottle of water on my nightstand, watching me the entire time.

“Can you unlock this?” he asks, pulling my cell from his pocket.

“W-why?”