Chapter 16

Amanda Pov.
The sun's rays penetrate through the curtain and the light produced makes me squint awake. The smell of coffee floods my nostrils and a feeling of nausea takes over my stomach. I sit up and it's like someone is hitting my head with a hammer, my head hurts so bad.
Oh God...I don't drink anymore. Why do some people enjoy drinking so much that the next day they wish they hadn't?
I'm massaging my temples with my fingers in hopes of easing the headache and I hear a quick knock on the door then Ron appears with a tray of breakfast on it.
-I see you haven't touched the coffee... He says placing the tray of food on the bedside table and putting the coffee aside.
-I can not. I think if I drink a mouthful of coffee I'll throw up all day.
Ron laughs lightly and I groan in frustration.
-On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you feel?
-On a scale from one to ten, I'm about twenty.
Ron laughs louder this time and grabs a pillow to throw at him.
- It's not funny, Ron.
-Yes it is. He says placing the pillow on the bed and sitting on the edge of the bed as well, looking at me as if waiting for me to say something.
I remember everything we talked about last night and try not to look down. I don't have to feel embarrassed about what I said last night.
Everything is true. I don't want him to have problems because of me.
-What do we do about the lawsuit that Josh's father filed against you? I ask him, and he strokes my face with the back of his hand.
-Don't worry about it. Eat, freshen up and then come to the basement. He said and stood up from the edge of the bed preparing to leave the room.
-Don't think I didn't notice how destroyed your other hand is, but I won't ask you what happened. I just want to tell you that I don't like it when you get hurt. I say to him making him stop in place for a few moments then continue on his way.
I make an effort and try to eat breakfast then I drink the two pills I have prepared on the tray.
I don't drink anymore...I was a fool to think that drinking solves problems.
After I take a shower to freshen up a bit and go about my morning routine, I leave the room and go to the basement just like Ron asked me to. I'm a little curious to know what he wants from me. Maybe it's about the fact that I went out to the club or maybe it's because I left the cabin alone... Whatever it is, I have no regrets. I feel like I got closer to him last night and I know he saw it too.
When I open the basement door, my heart skips a beat when I see Ron standing bare-chested.
Oh God... Have mercy on me.
I watch his body glisten with sweat and I don't think I've ever seen anything sexier in my entire life.
Ron stops punching the punching bag and wipes himself with a towel then comes over to me.
Will I be considered a freak since I can't take my eyes off him?
His lips move as if to say something but my ears catch no sound. I'm too captivated by him.
-Amanda?
-What? did you say something? I ask clearing my throat.
Ron laughs, throwing his head back and I find myself loving this part of him.
- I asked you if you were feeling better.
- I definitely feel better.
Especially now that I've seen you bare-chested. I'm adding in my head because I'd be embarrassed to say it out loud.
-I'm glad to hear that…
-Did you need something from me? I decide to take my attention away from how it looks and focus on something else. Like, let's talk.
Ron runs his tongue over his bottom lip drawing my attention to that part of his body again.
Good God...I'm starting to lose my mind.
- I wanted to ask you what you know about Denver.
-Josh's father?
- Ahem...
I notice that he still hasn't bandaged his injured hand so I decide to take care of him myself. I get the disinfectant, sterile pads, and the elastic bandage out of the cabinet and motion for us to sit on the bench, then start cleaning his wounds while telling him everything I can remember about Josh's dad.
-Honestly, I never really saw Josh's dad around. I saw it only once and I still remember how it gave me chills. Josh said he was an executive at some big company, but I think it's more than that. I don't think Josh knows what his dad really does either. I say and finish wrapping the elastic over Ron's palm. Ready. Now it's much better.
Ron places two fingers under my chin lifting it so I'm looking him in the eyes.
I can't tell what he's thinking from the way he's looking at me, but my throat suddenly feels dry.
-Ron...
- What you told me last night... Is everything true?
- I said a lot last night. I do not know what you mean.
-The part where you told me that you don't want someone to take me away from you.
I swallow hard and try not to lose my temper right now.
-This is true.
-Why do you think someone will be able to take me away from you?
-I am quite aware that the woman of your dreams can appear at any time and you will forget about me. And on top of that...there's Denver with the lawsuit against you.
His lips press against my forehead, staying there longer than necessary.
-Oh Amanda….My stupidity. He says laughing, and I don't know what to add at this point.
Am I missing something and don't realize it?