PaigeA chuckle startles me awake. “Not to be rude or anything, but would you mind helping me to your bed before you pass out? That’s where I’m sleeping, right? Also, I need help getting out of these clothes.”Still groggy from my nap, I blink life into my eyes.Dallas is sitting in his wheelchair with a shit-eating grin and his thick, muscular arms folded over his shirt. It's unfair that even a goddamn car accident can’t make him look unattractive. If anything, the bruises on his face make him look dangerous.“Good morning, miss assistant,” he teases even though it's probably late as heck. “Did you enjoy your nap?”I smile at the playful glint in his eyes. "Very funny, Dallas," I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "And yes, I will help you to the bed, but first, let me get you something to drink.""Thoughtful," he says. "Seeing it hurts to stretch and fill a glass myself.""Gosh, how long was I out?" I ask, hoping he isn't too thirsty. It's important to stay hydrated, especially
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