Page 60 of Love Me

“I don’t want to go to the doctor.” I laid my head on Colt’s shoulder. “I just want to go back to sleep.”

“We’re going to take you back to our place, all right?” Colt said and began walking.

I closed my eyes. “All right.” Instantly, sleep grabbed hold of me again.

* * *

“Shiloh.”

I woke to the sound of Knox’s voice. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. Right away, I recognized that I was in his room. I sat up, relieved I felt more awake than I had this morning.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing the back of my stiff neck. It felt like I’d slept so hard, I hadn’t moved at all.

“Almost three in the afternoon,” he said, watching me.

I’d climbed into bed last night around ten-thirty. I couldn’t remember when I’d dozed off, but it couldn’t have been longer than a half hour later.Cheese and rice,that meant I’d slept almost sixteen hours.

Looking away from Knox, I asked, “Why am I here?”

“Colt and Creed brought you over. They said you collapsed. I stayed home with you.”

I threw off the blankets. “No, Knox. Why am I in your room? Did you think I forgave you last night?”

He frowned. “Last night?”

I frowned right back. “Yeah. You climbed into bed with me in the middle of the night and slept over.”

“I didn’t come over.”

I stilled. Had it been Keelan? There was no way it had been Colt or Creed. Maybe I had been dreaming?Fantastic.I crawled off the opposite side of the bed because Knox was blocking the way on the other side.

“I made you a doctor’s appointment,” he said as I got to my feet, this time with zero dizziness.

“I feel fine. I was just exhausted,” I grumbled, heading for the door.

“Are you not sleeping again?” he questioned.

“I’ve been sleeping fine,” I snapped, hating his worry—the same worry he couldn’t get over and that kept him from just being my boyfriend.

“You should still go and—”

I whirled around. “Stop it, Knox.”

He stood from the bed and slid his hands into his pockets.

“I don’t want to be someone you just take care of,” I said.

“You’re not,” he said gently.

I wished I believed that. “I won’t break. I won’t let myself. I never want to see that girl in the closet again. I refuse to give someone the power to do that to me again. Not Mr. X. Not you.”

His calm demeanor crumbled and as his agitation began to take over, he rubbed his hands down his face. “Shiloh—”

“I want more, Knox,” I cut him off. “I want you to see me as more. Past the fractured parts.”

He dropped his hands and his shoulders slumped. “I do. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t.”

“Then what’s going on?”