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

were plain and ordinary, but they did nothing to hide her incredible figure. If he wasn’t in the worst fucking pain he’d felt in his life and still reeling from the news that he was alive and not rotting in the depths of hell, he could probably have some sort of a reaction to a body like that. Fuck it if he wasn’t just too damn tired to care right now.
    A minute later she came running back into the room, with a coffee mug and a spoon. What the hell did she make him, hot tea with honey? He wasn’t a tea man. Cold water and hot coffee were his main two beverages of choice.
    She sat next to him. “Open your mouth.”
    Again, he realized not the best time to make a crack about not falling for the old open-your-mouth gag, so he obliged. Surprisingly and thankfully she hadn’t made him tea but instead brought a spoonful of ice chips to his mouth.
    Heaven . Alive or not, he was now in heaven. The cold felt awesome on the inside of his mouth. And for some reason the small amount of moisture it provided him gave him a hint of a nasty taste in his mouth.
    What the hell? Had someone shit in his mouth? He could only imagine what his breath might smell like to her. No wonder she was fearful of him. She probably thought he was Satan himself. Smells like that coming from a human being just weren’t natural.
    He opened his mouth again when she brought another spoonful to his lips. He wanted to demand she dump the whole damn cup in his mouth, but he was afraid opening his mouth for longer than one word at a time would surely make her run for the room screaming while she looked for her bible and cross.
    Instead he laid there like a good little boy as she scooped in several spoonfuls of the greatest fucking thing on earth. Ice. It truly was fucking underrated. Unless you were on the Titanic, in which case you probably weren’t a big fan.
    His throat was finally starting to feel somewhat normal again and not like a scraped up piece of flesh after getting a nasty case of road rash. What he really needed was water. These ice chips were fantastic. And he’d be happy to thank her once his breath didn’t taste like the back of a dog’s ass, but he needed some water.
    “Water?” His voice was still scratchy but comprehensible.
    “I don’t know. You just woke up. He said only give you ice chips.”
    “Please.” The word struck him. Had he ever said please to a woman before? Ever? Huh. He’d have to revisit that at a later time.
    “You could get sick.”
    He was no rocket scientist and never claimed to be the genius of his team, but if his memory served him right he was pretty sure that he’d been shot. Somehow getting sick from too much fluid didn’t seem to be a real big problem and was definitely a risk he was willing to take.
    “Please?”
    Yeah so he was begging. Big fucking deal. He was goddamned thirsty. It’s not like anyone was around to actually witness it. No one would ever even know he had to grovel to a woman for a drink of water.
    “All right, but just a little. I’ll be right back.”
    He gave her a smile, or tried to. His face felt all weird and contorted. The irony of the situation didn’t escape him. A SEAL was begging a woman for water. Hell, he lived in the water. He was the strongest damn swimmer in his BUD/S class and held onto that reputation throughout the years.
    As if a gift from God, she reappeared with a small glass of water. It probably only had a couple ounces at most, but at this point he’d take whatever she was willing to give.
    He tried to lift his head as she brought the glass to his mouth. He was struggling, and she placed her other hand behind his head and helped him. Stiffness just soared through his neck and shoulders as he drank the small amount she gave him.
    She placed the glass on a table beside the bed and lifted his hand. For a minute he thought she was going to hold his hand again. He would be lying if he didn’t admit the idea seemed nice, but instead she placed fingers to his