Awkwardness

Dhalia

When I wake, I'm in a bed I know isn't the one I slept in. I can't remember anything for a moment, and then it floods back. Everything hits me. I had one of the worst attacks last night, and Jax took care of me.

Jax!

After everything, the last thing I needed was for them to see me in that mess. I move and pull away from his body.

"That's not fair." His words are quiet, and my eyes rise to see his face—smirking away at me.

"Sorry about last night. I drank too much." Sitting up, I pulled the blanket around my body. "Wait, you carried me?" I didn't realise last night. Now I do. He picked me up and carried me.

"Right? Why do you look shocked by the fact I carried you?" He sits waiting, and I shrug.

"Nothing," I lie and see my nighty on the bottom of the bed. Grabbing it, I pull it over my body. I'm not small, and any guy I had been with complained over my size, and Jax is the first one to lift me in any damn way.

He leans over the bed and comes closer to me. "You were having an epi