Чему бы жизнь нас не учила, а сердце верит в чудеса. (с)
При условии, что я третий день болею (что не мешает мне ходить на работу, писать диплом, заканчивать срочную вышивку и читать несколько книг одновременно), то это гринбоун-фик пришолся мне как нельзя кстати. Очередное распрекрасное малиновое варенье.
That night when he carried her back to her room — that might as well be theirs, given how often Jackson spent his time there — she made him promise not to visit until she had fully recovered. She was so weak from the fever that she couldn’t even hold herself up. Her body was burning in his arms, and still her eyes smoldered with stubbornness as she mumbled those words out.
“You can’t get sick,” she whispered against his chest. “Don’t get sick.”
He wanted to shake her and tell her whatever commitments he had didn’t matter — no, couldn’t matter — right now. He just wanted to take care of her until she got well, or at least better, because he loved her. But that very same reason caused him to save the argument on his tongue, and settled down with a silent nod instead.
She only asked him to stay away, because she loved him, and he knew this. They were protecting each other, even if it meant that they had to not be with the other until she was better. No matter how badly it sucked. Or how often he would wish he were in that room, making sure she rest and eat well. Or how she would wish that he were there, whispering secrets and humming tunes until she drifted off to dreamland.
He put Ashley in bed and she let out a faint sound of protest when his hand let go of hers, and a few minutes later she felt Jackson changed her clothes into shorts and an oversize sweatshirt. His hands were deft and careful, as if she was breakable. A compress found her forehead and she almost squirmed from the sudden cold feeling on her skin, but his hand found hers again and it soothed her.
“Jackson, go.” She forced her heavy eyes to open.
He inched closer and kissed them — left, then right — so they were closed again. “I will, once Elizabeth or Rachelle is here.”
А вообще я с сегодняшнего дня в отпуске, так что своих дорогих коллег я не увижу аж до 12 числа. Поэтому срочно нужно дописывать диплом и отдыхать, отдыхать, отдыхать )))))
That night when he carried her back to her room — that might as well be theirs, given how often Jackson spent his time there — she made him promise not to visit until she had fully recovered. She was so weak from the fever that she couldn’t even hold herself up. Her body was burning in his arms, and still her eyes smoldered with stubbornness as she mumbled those words out.
“You can’t get sick,” she whispered against his chest. “Don’t get sick.”
He wanted to shake her and tell her whatever commitments he had didn’t matter — no, couldn’t matter — right now. He just wanted to take care of her until she got well, or at least better, because he loved her. But that very same reason caused him to save the argument on his tongue, and settled down with a silent nod instead.
She only asked him to stay away, because she loved him, and he knew this. They were protecting each other, even if it meant that they had to not be with the other until she was better. No matter how badly it sucked. Or how often he would wish he were in that room, making sure she rest and eat well. Or how she would wish that he were there, whispering secrets and humming tunes until she drifted off to dreamland.
He put Ashley in bed and she let out a faint sound of protest when his hand let go of hers, and a few minutes later she felt Jackson changed her clothes into shorts and an oversize sweatshirt. His hands were deft and careful, as if she was breakable. A compress found her forehead and she almost squirmed from the sudden cold feeling on her skin, but his hand found hers again and it soothed her.
“Jackson, go.” She forced her heavy eyes to open.
He inched closer and kissed them — left, then right — so they were closed again. “I will, once Elizabeth or Rachelle is here.”
А вообще я с сегодняшнего дня в отпуске, так что своих дорогих коллег я не увижу аж до 12 числа. Поэтому срочно нужно дописывать диплом и отдыхать, отдыхать, отдыхать )))))
Нет, я конечно понимаю,Ю что лучше сейчас, чем через неделю. Так я к понедельнику буду уже в норме. но всё-равно, как это назывпается. По такой погоде ни свитер с горлом одеть, ни в шарф замотатся. И так плавлюсь от жары.
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