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I cupped his cheek. “Hey, Maddox.” I gave him a gentle
shake.
His bloodshot eyes fluttered open, and I could see the
naked pain in his eyes. Maddox, strong and carefree
Maddox, looked… beaten. Not physically. There were no
injuries marking his body, but he looked wounded in spirit.
“Oh, baby. What happened?” He didn’t respond, not that
I was expecting a reply.
“Go away,” he grumbled under his breath. God, he was
pissed drunk. How many drinks did he have?
“And leave you in the tub like this?” I asked gently. “I
can’t leave you now, Maddox.”
Maddox closed his eyes, his shoulders slumping further
into the water. “Don’t… need a… lecture.”
There was a strain in his voice – a voice that used to be
full of warmth – now so cold and… empty.
“We need to get you to bed. You can sleep this off, but
you need a bed. Not a tub full of ice water.”
Maddox was stubborn, but so was I.
He gritted his teeth, a storm flashing across his face.
“Fuck… off. Leave.”
“No.”
He let out an empty laugh. “Then how about… you shut
the fuck up… and sit on my face instead? Be a nice… give
me good… pussy and cheer me… up, why don’t you?”
That was drunk Maddox speaking, I reminded myself.
He was barricading himself against me, trying to be hurtful
and mean – to push me away.
I blew out a frustrated breath and reached under his
armpits, pulling him up. He sat forward, and the water
sluiced onto the sides. I turned off the running tap with one
hand while supporting Maddox’s limp body against the
crook of my arm. “I’m going to ignore what you just said.
But still, you need to get out of this tub before you catch
pneumonia,” I mumbled. “Don’t be a jerk.”