"Kiki, tonight Daddy will watch the stars with you.""Kiki, be a good girl and take your medicine.""Kiki..."..."Dad, Mom..." I reached out for them, but my hands were pinned down, and I heard a familiar voice calling, "Kiki, Kiki, wake up, wake up..."I felt two hands gently cup my face.Hayden's anxious face came into focus. His thumb brushed softly across my cheek. "Kiki, it's me."It was Hayden.I was finally pulled out of the heartbreaking dream, but as reality set in, the pain only got worse.I bit down on my lip, so hard I could taste the metallic tang of blood.In the next second, Hayden pried my mouth open. "Kiki, stop. Don't hurt yourself. Please, listen to me..."His voice kept calling my name, but all I could see were my parents' faces."Ah!" I screamed again.Hayden pulled me into his arms, and I collapsed against his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.I pounded my fists against him, but no one could understand the depth of my pain, how much I just wanted to
Why was Wayne calling me so late?I frowned as Hayden added, "He's sent you a few messages, too."I still felt groggy as he handed me the phone. Everything was a blur, and I was too drained to think straight. Hayden gave me a reassuring look and said, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen, unsure whether to pick up. Before I could decide, the call went to voicemail on its own.I took the phone and opened the messages. They were the ones from earlier this morning that I hadn't read—all still marked as unread:[Rea, can we meet up?][Rea, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you.][Rea, please reply when you see this.]He'd sent those in the morning, and there were two more from the afternoon:[Rea, I'm waiting for your reply.][Rea, are you really busy?]Seeing them all lined up, I could practically feel Wayne's anxiety.He'd been waiting for me to respond all day. Whatever he was debating whether or not to
"Wait, are you planning to ditch Hayden now that you've, uh, had your fun?" Lena asked.I couldn't believe Lena actually thought that about me."Uh, what? Where did that come from?"Lena snorted. "Girl, you drained him like a Capri Sun, and now you're gonna act all innocent?"I blinked, still trying to process. Lena pointed to her neck, then plopped onto my bed, grinning like a cat that got the cream. "Didn't know you had it in you. Guess you unleashed twenty years of pent-up energy on poor Hayden, huh?"I cringed, remembering the hickey I'd purposely left on his neck. "It's not like that, okay—"Lena held up a hand, cutting me off. "Nah, save it."I let out a helpless laugh. True, explaining would only dig me a deeper hole."So, are you feeling better now?" she asked, her tone going from nosy to serious in a split second.I knew what she meant—about the whole thing with my parents' accident.I closed my eyes and stayed silent.Lena sat on the edge of my bed and gave my hand
"How'd you end up sick?" Wayne asked as he stepped in, holding a bouquet of flowers, his face etched with worry.I suddenly felt awkward lying down now that he was here, so I grabbed the bed railing, trying to sit up. But Wayne gently pushed me back down. "You don't have to get up.""I'm fine," I protested, still struggling to sit up.With Hayden, lying down didn't feel weird or uncomfortable. I guess that's why he felt different from other guys.Wayne's eyes stayed locked on mine. "Seriously, what happened?"How was I supposed to explain that I'd spiraled after learning more about my parents? It wasn't like I couldn't say it—I just didn't want to.Lately, I'd gotten so used to shrugging things off, keeping it all in. Easier that way."Just low blood sugar. I fainted," I lied.Wayne didn't look convinced, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to read my mind. Before he could start asking more questions, I cut him off. "So, what did you want to tell me?"His mouth opened
"Wayne, Jace is an adult. He has to deal with the consequences of his choices," I said.Whether Matthew kicked him out or cut ties, it was all on Jace."I get that," Wayne sighed, "but seeing him and Dad at each other's throats is stressful. And if he leaves the company, it's definitely going to affect business."I gave him a small, knowing smile. "Isn't that why you're here?"Wayne looked taken aback. "I've never wanted to run the company. That's why I left in the first place."Only he knew if that was the whole story, but it wasn't my place to judge.Still, I shared my thoughts anyway. "Matthew must have a backup plan. If he's ready to let Jace go, it's because he knows the business will keep running without him," I said, keeping my tone practical. "The world doesn't stop turning for anyone."Wayne just stared at me, speechless. He finally gave a bitter smile. "I guess I've been too narrow-minded.""You just care too much," I said, giving him an out.He looked at me. "Rea, y
The scene was as awkward as you'd expect.Except for Hayden."Just a moment," he said calmly, carrying me over to the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.He didn't rush out either. Instead, he took his time, wiping my hands with a wet wipe. "Eat first. The soup's a little hot, so take it slow."Wayne hovered awkwardly at the door, clearly unsure if he should step inside or make a run for it. Even I felt the tension."I can manage, thanks," I said, hoping Hayden would take the hint and go see what Wayne needed.Before leaving, Hayden made sure to open all the food containers, even placing the utensils in front of me with such care it almost felt like a final blow to Wayne.Standing there in the doorway, Wayne had to watch this whole display of tenderness. I couldn't imagine how much it must've hurt, considering his feelings for me."What did you want to talk about?" Hayden asked as he walked over to the door.Wayne stepped out, and they started talking in hus
Hayden let out this dramatic sigh, like I was too much to handle. "Because you're the only one who makes me forget all my principles."He wasn't even trying to be smooth, but everything he said sounded like it belonged on some sappy Pinterest board. He didn't say he loved me, but it was written all over his face.I swallowed, still chewing on my cornmeal pancake. "Hayden, get over here.""What for?" He looked at me, confused."Just come here when I tell you to," I demanded, probably a little too bossy.He stood up and moved closer. As soon as he sat down, I rested my head on his shoulder.He seemed surprised, but I mumbled, "I can eat better leaning on you."He laughed softly, this warm sound that made me smile, too.After dinner, we left the hospital and headed home. Once Hayden had me all settled in, I asked, "Are you staying here tonight, or going back to your place?""Staying here!" he replied without a second thought.I suddenly remembered him doing push-ups and taking c
When I returned to bed, wrapped up like a human burrito, I realized I was the one with the dirty mind.Hayden's self-control was something else—I couldn't even put a dent in it.All he did was give me a bath. A regular, innocent bath.Even though I'd already pushed his limits, I couldn't resist teasing him. "What, afraid you can't keep up?"That's the kind of comment that would get under any guy's skin. But Hayden wasn't just any guy. He pinned me down, his voice firm. "Knock it off and behave. You're wasting your time."He saw right through my little game."You've really hurt my feelings," I said, pretending to be all sad and pulling the blanket over my head in frustration.He pulled it right back and gently pinched my cheek. "It's not that I can't keep up, and trust me, you definitely attract me. I'm just worried about hurting you. Let's wait until you're fully recovered, okay?"My cheeks warmed. "So, what, if I'm always this fragile, you're just never going to touch me again