Sweet Affliction [Sweet Awakenings 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

connection, it sounded like. Well good, he thought, at least he didn’t have to worry about her being upset again. Maybe she would go back to singing. He prayed for the peaceful humming that she was doing seconds ago to return. He wondered if it was in bad taste to pray in hell, but he didn’t really care. It’s not like hell was filled with a lot of rule followers anyway.
    Wait a minute. What the fuck? Something wasn’t adding up. Granted he never paid attention in Sunday school when he was a kid, he was always too busy chasing girls around the classroom, which, in retrospect, was probably why he was always getting in trouble. All that aside though, he didn’t remember any mention of telephones in hell, let alone heavenly maidens singing to him while he lay in pain.
    Pain. He was in pain. The man that she had argued over before. The mention of morphine. He was exhausted. He was the man who caused her such worry. He wasn’t in heaven or hell. He wasn’t dead. He was alive.
    Just then he felt something. It was the softest brush against his hand, so gentle it barely even registered at first.
    “Can you hear me?”
    Her voice seemed so sweet. She had a softness about her yet seemed timid at the same time. He remembered all too well how she was able to let out her fiery side if she didn’t like something though.
    The sensation against his hand was getting stronger. He could feel warmth and something moving up and down against it.
    “What am I doing? Talking to myself like some kind of crazy woman. You can’t hear me. If you could you would open your eyes. Why? Why won’t you open your eyes?”
    Despite it being a question, her last sentence came out in frustration. He wished he didn’t upset her so much, but truth be told, he was too damn happy in the realization that he was still alive and not in some head-game hell to feel too much regret for her emotions. Maybe she was one of those emotional women who were all over the board with their mood swings. Be that as it may, she was still a woman, and he happened to like her kind.
    He could still feel the stroking against his hand. A sudden jolt of tiny needles shot through his arm at the same time and vibrated down to his fingertips.
    Fuck!
    A pain tore through him at that precise moment. He could feel fingers, her fingers lacing together with his and holding tightly.
    “Shh. Oh no, please don’t wake up in pain. I’m all alone here, and I don’t know how to help you.”
    Shit!
    He tried to ignore the excruciating jolt, which kept radiating up and down his arm, and focus on the fear he heard in her voice. What the fuck was it about him that scared her so much? It was really starting to piss him off!
    Driven by pain and a bad temperament, he put all of his energy into opening his eyes. He had to see the woman who he was causing such hardship to. Come on, open your fucking eyes, you pussy! Flashing back to days when he was still trying to become a SEAL, he thought of every instructor who had screamed in his face and told him he was a worthless sack of dog shit not fit to be lit on fire and stomped on. Every time one of those shouting sons of bitches came at him it only lit a fire under his ass and gave him an adrenaline boost.
    “Oh my God!”
    His eyes opened to see a tanned young woman with brunette hair. She had removed her hand from his and was covering her mouth in shock.
    “You’re awake.”
    Since obviously he was the cause of many of her mood swings he thought it was probably not best to spit out a smart-ass comment about her stating the painfully obvious. His mother always taught him manners, so he figured he should probably take that route despite her seemingly dumb yet innocuous question.
    “I...” Holy shit! He sounded like someone had taken broken glass and rubbed it against his vocal chords.
    “Oh my, water. You need water.” She jumped up from her chair and raced out of the room.
    She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white tank top. They