Chapter 17
Jaxon
Waking up wrapped in Blaze’s arms would never get old.
I knew it down in the depths of my soul.
Even if I did wake up with a migraine to start off my day, it was still just a little bit better because Blaze was spooning me, my head tucked beneath his chin and his arms securely wrapped around me like he was afraid I’d try to escape him sometime in the night.
“You awake?” Blaze quietly asked.
“No,” I muttered, not opening my eyes. Blaze’s room was dark, but it still felt like it might be too bright.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “Migraine?”
How the fuck did he always know what was wrong with me?
My chest tightened. I was a lucky son of a bitch to have a boyfriend who cared so goddamn much.
Who wanted to take care of me on my terrible days and never made me feel like I was a burden or somehow too much.
He just… from the moment my football career ended and I was told I’d be suffering migraines for probably years, if not for the rest of my life, and my vision may never go back to normal, he’d been there.
Been my rock. Coming through for me when I could barely come through for myself.
“It’s a bad one,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.
“I’ll start a shower in my bathroom, and I’ll order breakfast to be delivered.
” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Give me five minutes, baby.” Then, he was off the bed.
I rolled over and squinted just so I could watch his fine, naked ass walk toward the bathroom.
Migraine or not, I couldn’t miss that view.
And fuck, it was a good ass—toned and muscular with lean, powerful thighs.
“I can feel you staring,” he called as he disappeared into the bathroom.
I grunted and allowed my eyes to shut once more. “You have a great ass.”
His laughter was quiet, but it still had my heart fluttering all the same.
The shower started, but I didn’t budge. I heard him come back to the bed and grab his phone off the nightstand, but he didn’t sit.
His thumbs tapped away on his screen, and then, he set the phone down before peeling the covers off of me.
“Come on, baby. Shower. I’ll be right there with you.”
I groaned. “Can I just reschedule my appointment?” The neurologist had gotten my MRI results back quickly and wanted to see me that morning, but fuck, I was not in the mood to be out and about, and I wasn’t sure I could handle the bright as fuck sunlight outside or the almost-halogen-like lights in the doctor’s office.
“No, Jax, you cannot.” His voice was firm, and I knew he wouldn’t hear any argument about it. “Besides, maybe she can do the Botox injections today, and it’ll provide some relief. I know it’s not ideal for you to be out of the apartment when you feel like this, but we have to go.”
I huffed when he grabbed me beneath my arms and forced me to sit up.
I opened my mouth to snap at him, only to gag.
He quickly grabbed the trashcan he kept beside his bed and thrust it in front of me.
My stomach roiled once more, and then, I threw up stomach acid and the remainder of my dinner from the night before.
Blaze ran his hand through my hair and rubbed my back until I was done spewing, then took the trash can from me and set it aside.
“Shower. I’ll deal with the trash in a bit.” He helped me up from the bed, then walked with me to the bathroom, where he’d kept the light off. I groaned once I was beneath the hot spray of water, finding a tiny bit of relief in the heat wrapping around my pounding skull.
Blaze stepped inside a moment later holding a small cup of mouthwash, which I gratefully took from him.
After rinsing my mouth out, I spit it down the drain.
He wrapped his arms around me, molding our bodies together, then leaned down to kiss me soft and slow.
I sank into him, letting him support me.
“Let me take care of you?” he asked quietly.
I nodded. “Please,” I whispered.
He kissed me again. “Always, Jax.” Then, he gently turned me to face away from him and began to wash my hair, then soaped up the rest of me.
And after, while I was sitting on the corner seat in his shower, I got to watch as he bathed himself.
My dick got hard as I watched him soap up because of fucking course it did, but Blaze and I both ignored it, knowing I was in no condition to be doing anything remotely sexual.
Even if watching him run his hands over his entire body was sensual as hell.
We didn’t exchange words as he helped me from the shower, dried me off, and stood with me as I brushed my teeth while he dealt with my wet hair, blow-drying it and brushing it out.
Then, he slid my glasses on my face and led me to his room, where he gave me a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies to wear.
“Oh, I bought you these,” he said, handing me a box. I frowned as I opened it, revealing a pair of extremely dark shades that could be worn over my prescription glasses. “The reviews said people found they helped with the light when having migraines. Thought you might want to try them.”
I blinked at him, my chest too fucking tight. “Thank you,” I said, meaning it.
He grinned. “Anytime, baby.” He took them from me, opened them, then slid them over my glasses. And fuck, he was right. They did help. “Let’s get the food off the stoop, eat what you can, then we need to head out.”
I nodded, and when he grabbed my hand in his, linking our fingers together, I clung tightly, thankful I had him not only as my boyfriend but my best friend.
I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do without Blaze by my side.