She did not. After my phone call with Cole, she had kept to herself but her presence still bugged me to no end. If I could not see her, I would hear her and if she did not speak, her scent pervaded the house. God.
It had been hours since I had returned from therapy and I was starting to become restless. I missed Cole and felt guilty for having yelled at him.
The jangle of keys penetrated the white noise of the TV.
"Hey. I'm going to the supermarket to get some stuff for dinner," Skye called out from the kitchen. "You want to go with me?"
Wow that sounds amazing. But first, let's just wait for hell to freeze over.
"I noticed we're out of lemons too," she mused and I frowned as I heard her rummaging through the stuff in the fridge. Oh yeah sure, hijack my kitchen, why don't you?
"Maybe you and I could get together and make Cole a special dinner. He deserves it, don't you think? Or....we could just go to a restaurant," she said suddenly and the jangle of keys sounded closer. "He said he's working late but if we made reservations, I'm sure he'll be able to join us later."
Wait, he never told me he was going to be working late. And why was she using the pronoun 'we' so often? It was starting to get on my nerves. There was no 'we' over here. I wasn't doing shit with her.
"Or," she continued speaking as though my resentment was not seeping into the room like a tangible thing, "I could just leave you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself and just ask Cole to join me for dinner somewhere so we can have fun without your bad mood souring up the experience." She walked over to the door. "Hmm. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Might even take him out to a club or something to wind down later. God knows the guy needs it. Don't wait up for us, Jasper."
How dare she? What gave her the right to just waltz in here after causing so much destruction and then hog my boyfriend? God, I was starting to sound like a woman now. Maybe staying inside the house for months had driven me crazy. I never bothered to go out with Cole and he never left me alone in the evenings.
But she could definitely get him to obey her wishes this particular evening given the way things were going. He was a sucker for her. And he was sex deprived so all she would have to do was present her tits in his line of vision and I was going to have to deal with a very lonely evening. Fucked if I was going to let her win.
"I'm going with you," I announced. Skye stopped moving to glance at me warily. Pulling my wheelchair towards me, I climbed in with minimal effort. "And I'm going to drive."
Skye opened her mouth to protest and I glared at her.
"I can do it," I snapped at her in a tone that dared her to argue.
She swallowed a little and then nodded. "Fine."
After she retrieved my car keys from the bedroom and locked up, I followed her out to the driveway and she held my upper body with as much strength as she could manage while I hauled myself into the driver's seat. I tried to calm my breathing in the dark, stuffy car interior as I watched her load my wheelchair into the back before coming around to the passenger side.
Her arms around me had felt like fire, burning me up and pushing me to feel things I did not want to feel anymore. The softness of her body and her small grunts as she had hoisted me up and towards the driver's seat. Her hair brushing my cheeks. Fuck. I hated her.
She climbed in next to me and we sat there silently for a while. The last time we had been alone in a car together at night, we had-
Angrily, I shook off the memories and jabbed the key in the ignition before slowly pulling out from the driveway. Skye kept her eyes on me, probably thinking I would get us killed. I scoffed under my breath. Francesco must have filled her in on my 'poor' coordination skills. Yeah. I would show her.
I hit the accelerator and she gasped as we sped down the road, heading towards the nearest supermarket. I tried not to dwell on how good it felt to be able to drive my car after ages, just cruising through the night for something as simple as grocery shopping.
After a couple of minutes, I glanced at Skye and noticed her gaping at me, looking ridiculously adorable in her pink hoodie which was thinly lined with fur. Sheesh. Fur hoodies. What else were they going to come up with next?
"What?" I frowned at her and looked back at the road.
"You can drive," she said slowly.
I turned into a street and rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Got my licence fifteen years ago," I said flippantly. "Practised heaps."
"No, I mean- they said you haven't been driving since...since-"
"Since my stroke," I interrupted harshly. "You can say it, little girl. You won't get struck by lightning."
"But if your legs are working fine then why are you using a wheelchair?" she asked in exasperation. "You could be walking-"
"Stop.
