Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
SUTTON
- Present Day -
“ Y ou alright, Baby Girl?”
I can’t speak, still trying to process everything that happened.
Jonah pulls back slightly to look at me.
“Well, shit.” With a muttered curse, I am suddenly in his arms, being carried over to the couch where he sits, placing me in his lap and hugging me tightly.
“Shh. Baby, you’re alright. You don’t need to cry over that asshole.”
Huh. I raise a hand to my cheek and am surprised to find that it’s wet. I hadn’t realized I was crying.
“I’ve got you. Shh.”
He’s stroking my hair, placing soft kisses on the top of my head as he whispers to me.
I’m not sure how long we sit there, with him holding me in his lap; time passes in an agonizingly slow blur. Eventually, I must have cried myself to sleep, because the next thing I know I’m swaying slightly as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to bed.
I can’t bring myself to open my tired, swollen eyes, but I hear the rustle as he moves back the covers, and then I’m laying down on soft sheets, surrounded by the smell of him .
More rustling, clothes dropping to the floor, and then I’m being pulled into Jonah’s arms once more as he pulls me into his chest, lifting the blanket to cover me up to my chin.
I drift asleep to the steady, calming rhythm of his heart beat against my ear as he places another soft kiss to the top of my head.
It’s pitch black, but there’s an annoying blare of an alarm piercing the stillness of the room.
“Ugh. No.” I grumble, trying to burrow deeper into my pillow. Except it’s not a pillow, but the solid warmth of a man’s chest. Jonah is still holding me tightly, and I feel rather than hear his sigh before he kisses my temple and gently shifts me onto his spot.
“I’m sorry, Farley. I’ve gotta hit the gym. Go back to sleep.” One last kiss before I drift back to sleep, and the sound of soft footsteps padding around the room.