Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 465: Lisa: Taking Care of Him

"Is it too fluffed? I can flatten it a bit." I punch at Kellan’s pillow again, trying to get it just right. "Sorry, I’m not used to hospital pillows. They’re always either too flat or too lumpy."

His eyes follow me as I circle the bed, adjusting his blanket for the fifth time in twenty minutes. I separate the orange slices I’ve peeled into perfect little crescents, arranging them on the napkin like a sunburst. He hasn’t even touched the first one I sat out fifteen minutes ago.

"Here, you should eat something," I say, pushing the tray closer. "Unless you don’t like oranges? I can find something else. Maybe the cafeteria has—"

"Are you okay, or are you trying to smother me with kindness?" Kellan asks, his voice completely flat.

I blink at him, frozen mid-orange adjustment. "You saved my life. Am I not allowed to be a little doting?"

Kellan narrows his eyes. "You don’t dote. You sass. I’m concerned."

My cheeks heat. Caught. I’ve never been good at this whole caretaking thing. I’m all sharp edges and attitude. But seeing him lying there, bandaged and bruised because of me has twisted something in my chest. The weird compulsion I felt earlier has faded, but the guilt lingers.

Besides, the thought of returning to an empty room with nothing but my nightmares feels unbearable. I’d rather stay here and make a complete fool of myself trying to show Kellan how much he means to me.

As you can see, it’s not going very well.

"I sass people I don’t care about," I say, too brightly. "You clearly need a gentler approach."

"Uh-huh." He doesn’t look convinced. "What did Dr. Beaumont give you? Did you get into my pain meds?"

I roll my eyes. "Shut up and drink your water."

There. Now I sound more normal, right?

I reach across him for the water cup on the nightstand, but my balance is off—whether from exhaustion or lingering adrenaline, I can’t tell. My hand misses the cup entirely and I pitch forward like an idiot, falling across his body with a soft "oof."

I can scramble away, his arms wrap around me, pinning

mean—wait, are you—does it hurt?"

would," he murmurs, his face buried in my

pressed together from chest to hip. I can feel his heartbeat against mine, steady but quick. His breath hitches

to cause him more pain. But as the seconds tick by, I become aware of something else—the subtle but unmistakable hardness pressing against my

He’s injured. He’s in pain.

But I’m not.

how it would change things. And here he is, bandaged and bruised because

Over me.

worth this kind of pain, but he seems

to ever

Mostly because she has Lucas and Selene and Grimoire to help her keep

He only has me.

me? I only have

I guess he has Lucas, too. But it doesn’t sound nearly as romantic when I start delving past the

don’t have to pretend with me,

it’s been trapped behind his teeth for hours.

They’re dark, pupils wide, watching me with such intensity, heat pools low in my belly. It’s a familiar feeling. One I normally welcome with open

toward sex opens your whole life up—at least, that’s my motto. Or

Not afraid of it. Would do it again

But he’s injured.

sex

it doesn’t mean there

strange wall of embarrassment and

hesitation there too, like he’s afraid to believe what I’m

to decline. I can already see it in the way he