Fallen Angel (The List #3) Read Online Free PDF

dealing out a ferocious punch. I’ve also been on the
receiving end of his gentle, caring, protective embraces too. Or when he
strokes spine-tingling circles on the small of my back... Beyond lush.
     
    Whilst studying his hands, Jax stretches a
little and spreads his fingers so that mine instinctively interlink. But he
closes his hand into a fist, trapping my fingers loosely within his. That’s
when I realise, without lifting my eyes to his face, that he’s woken up. His
bare shoulder is right next to me so I lean forward an inch and kiss him there.
He tightens his fist, causing me to look up at him.
     
    We silently stare into each other’s eyes, suddenly
caught up in such a powerful moment. So much so that after a minute, my eyes
well up with tears. He lets go of my hand to bring his thumb up, slowly wiping
the first fallen tears away. Of course that action just encourages more of a silent
down pour.
     
    Holding the nape of my neck, he pulls me over
to meet the side of his face, with my lips at his ear.
     
    After another minute, it has the desired effect
and I calm down, feeling closer to him emotionally as well as physically now. I
hold his bicep as he still cradles my head. Our reconnection pulls me under
quickly. He asked me here to ‘talk’ but all I want to do is touch.
     
    The man is practically bedridden yet all I’m
thinking about is realistically how long will it be until penetration is back
on the cards? I’ve got a couple more days of my period left, surely by then… Revisit
your priorities Bethany. Miss Fierce is checking the calendar . Miss Sensible
is tapping her foot, clearly not impressed.
     
    I reach across to the bedside table and grab a
soft tissue out of the handy box, bypassing the lukewarm coffees. I wipe my eyes
and blow my nose—attractive. I move to get myself more comfortable and clear my
throat.
     
    Sitting on my knees facing him, I lean my face
over his until we’re inches away from each other.
     
    “I’m so sorry… for leaving. I was scared and I
bolted. It was selfish of me when deep down all I really wanted to do was to
sit next to you, to lie next to you. I should’ve stayed. I’m sorry.”
     
    Jax quietly absorbs my words.
     
    “It’s okay… I was buzzing off the morphine for
a while and I’ve mostly been sleeping. I was disappointed that you’d
gone and when I found your note, it was confusing. It didn’t sound like you. ‘Sorry,
had to leave. Call me.’ The B I know would’ve filled that sheet with an
essay—double-sided. I was worried about you.”
     
    “I’m sorry. Jack tells me you’re doing great
provided you rest—” He nods but cuts me off.
     
    “What did Carmel say to you?”
     
    “I don’t know if I should—”
     
    “Unfiltered honesty Beth.”
     
    Our agreement is to try not to think before we
speak. We’re comfortable enough and trust each other to speak the truth no
matter what. Except of course for the things we choose not to discuss with each
other. It’s okay to hold back as long as we don’t lie to one another. What
would my response be if he outright asked me how I feel about him? No
comment.
     
    “O-okay. She warned me to stay away, which doesn’t
seem to be working out for me right now.”
     
    “What else?”
     
    “Erm… She said I don’t know you, I don’t belong
here, I should get out of your life and that you don’t need a little girl
messing with your head. Oh and to make sure I forgot about everything I saw.”
     
    Jax listens with a frown furrowing deeper in
his brow. He pauses before speaking.
     
    “Carmel… she thinks she’s doing the right
thing. It’s nothing personal. She means well, she was trying to look out for
me.”
     
    “Yeah, I sort of figured that one out for
myself. Maybe you’ll tell me why some day. But Jax, she’s not the reason I
left. I mean, she’s part of it but not because of what she said, it was my
reaction to seeing her with you. It was irrational and… uncalled for.