Chapter 33

"Yes, your lips." He replied and my eyes widened in surprise.

"What – did you just say?"

"You asked if I wanted something, I want your lips." He said, and my eyes widened more. I looked around nervously to make sure no one heard us, and when I turned back, James was already on his feet. He moved to the blind separating us from other beds, and drew them over, covering us from them.

He then turned to me, his eyes locked on mine. "No one would see us like this, right?"

My eyes dilated and I moved back. "What...are you doing?" I asked in a stutter, but he didn't say a word. He stepped closer to me, and I moved back, but my leg hit the bed. A loud gasp left my lips as I fell into a sitting position.

Gazing at James, the smirk on his face widened, and he moved closer, placing his hands on each of my sides - caging me. Our eyes mirrored, and I gulped, unsure of what to do.

"You – " my voice got caught in my throat when his lips landed on mine. I froze, my eyes wide in shock as he moved his lips against mine. His soft lips urged for me to open up, but I was too stunned to react. Just as I was about to relax, he pulled out, his eyes narrowing.

"You – "

"I'm not sorry, I just couldn't resist." He cut in, and I blinked nothing as I stared at him. We continued staring at each other before I looked away, clearing my throat.

"Let me get the doctor."

"Don't worry, I have this." He raised the medicine pack up, and I sighed, my lips forming slowly into a sad pout.

"Does it happen often?" I slowly took my gaze away from the pack to face him.

"What do you mean?"

"The attacks. Does it?" I asked again, and he chuckled. "You don't need to worry about me., I'm fine. We should go." He tried to leave but I held his arm.

He smiled and removed my hand, reassuring me. "I'm really fine, let's go."

Sighing, I nodded, and we left the hospital. He looked like he didn't want to talk about it, so it's better I don't push it.

"I will drive." I said, stopping James who was trying to get into the driver's seat when we got outside.

"Why?" He asked.

"You are not well, so I should drive." I replied trying to enter the car, but he grabbed my shoulders, guiding me to the passenger seat, smiling.

"I'm fine; you sit here while I drive."

When I tried to protest, he shushed me with a finger on his lips, and I had no choice but to let him drive.

"To your house not mine." I mumbled as he started the car. He faced me, he looked like he had something to say, but he didn't. He looked away instead and nodded.

As we drove, I glanced at him, noticing his rough dark brown hair and his deep blue eyes which were fixed on the road. My eyes moved, drifted to his lips, and the scene of us kissing at the hospital flashed through my head. I looked away immediately, clearing my throat.

"Are you okay?" I turned back to James who spared me a quick glance before taking them back to the road.

"I'm fine, you are the one who doesn't seem fine." I mumbled, and looked away from him to the window. No one said a word again till we got to his house.

"Welcome back, boss." The guards greeted James as we arrived at the house.

"Oh, please. Stop acting like I'm back from the dead." James joked and I chuckled.

"Go and wash up, while I prepare breakfast." I said once we got into the house. I was about to enter the kitchen when I noticed he was not making any move to do as I said.

My brows furrowed and I turned back to him. "Aren't you going to do as I said?"

"Do you have to make breakfast?" He asked back.

I frowned, placing my hands on my waist. "How would you take your medicine if you don't eat?"

"I can just order – " I threw a glare at him and he clamped his mouth shut, nodding his head.

"Fine, I will do as you said," he turned to the stairs, giggling, "It's nice that you are cooking for me anyway."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I walked into the kitchen. I went to the cabinets, opening them up to check what he has. They were well-stocked, and I decided to make the only thing that came to my mind - pasta. It was easy and faster to make, so it was the best. I got the ingredients I needed and immediately set to work. While the pasta was being cooked, I took the chicken out to fry.

"Hey." The voice I heard made me jump in fright. I turned around and a relieved sigh escaped my lips when I saw James, who chuckled.

"Are you scared?"

"Why won't I be when you sneak in."

"I didn't," he shrugged, "you were just so focused on what you were doing that you didn't eat me come in. What are you cooking by the way?" He asked peering behind me to see, but I pushed him off.

"I'm making pasta, so back off." I glared, and he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Where is Mrs Claire? I haven't seen her since yesterday." I asked as I turned back to kneading the chicken.

"Her daughter put to bed yesterday, so she took time – "

"James!" His words were cut short when Mrs Claire rushed in, w

"Are you okay?" She went to James, touching his face, "I heard you had an attack yesterday. Why didn't you take your pills?"

James chuckled, removing her hands gently. "I'm fine. It's just a small thing."

Mrs Claire frowned. "Small thing? The guard told me you were rushed to the hospital."

"It's really not a big deal."

"Hello!" Mrs Claire was talking when a voice sounded from the living room.

"Is anyone here?" We heard the voice again and we exchanged glances before making our way out of the kitchen.

In the living room, a lady putting on a red short gown which accentuated her curves stood regally. Her face was caked with makeup, her red lipstick shining brightly. Her piercing brown eyes met with mine, and her brows furrowed slightly, but she looked away from me and when her eyes landed on James, she smiled.

"Hi, James. It's been a while.”