I open my eyes, remerging from sleep slowly, feeling as if I were hit by a car. They take in my surroundings and I realize I'm on the couch and not only that- Trisha is sitting in the loveseat staring at me worriedly.
I lick my lips, blinking slowly. "Trish-"
"Genny..." she whispers softly. I realize she's been crying. I smile softly, holding out my hand to her as I try to sit up. She stands, shaking her head.
"No, no. Don't sit up. Rest."
I lay back against the pillow, nodding. "Tristan called you?"
"No. I heard on the news and came over. He's at the police station."
I glance around as my brows curve together. "Why?"
"He's just making sure she's put away, alright? Don't worry about it."
I nod, sighing. "Alright."
She runs her hand over my cheek, grimacing. "Your face is pretty swollen still."
I gasp as she lays the cold ice pack onto my face gently, shaking her head. "You need to stop scaring me. You're like a magnet for disasters."
I chuckle softly, feeling my lip tremble despite myself. "They're over."
"Yeah, they better be. I don't know how much more you can take. Tristan's been running around like a maniac." She chuckles. "He's so worried."
"He worries too much."
She laughs again as I hear the front door unlock. I push away the ice as Tristan enters, carrying a brown paper bag. She stands beside me as he walks up to the couch, smiling softly. I close my eyes as he sits on the edge of the couch, leaning down to kiss me.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright," I murmur, nodding as I sit up. He sets down the bag and looks up at Trisha.
"Yeah, she just woke up."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "Can't you just take my word for it?"
His brow rises sarcastically. "You'll lie."
"You said I couldn't lie for shit."
He narrows his eyes as Trisha laughs suddenly. "Oh yeah, she's alright."
"What's in the bag?" I murmur.
"Food. Snacks. Sweets. Whatever was in the corner market down the street. I'm trying to spoil you- so you won't pick up everything and leave me."
I roll my eyes. "I'm not leaving you."
"Well then, it's just junk food."
I smile, grabbing his hand. Trisha grabs her bag, walking over to press a kiss to my cheek. I smile, knowing she understands I want to talk to him alone and I love her all the more because of it.
"I'll call to check up tonight so Maddox, pick up the phone."
He chuckles at her bossy tone as she shuts the front door behind her and he turns to me. I stare at him, squeezing his hand tightly. He grasps my face gently with the other and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine softly. I exhale, remembering when I was dangling over the edge of the balcony; sure I was never going to be able to touch him again.
"Jesus Christ," he utters, clutching me tightly.
"You've said that a lot now."
"I can't help it. I'm still panicking."
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...