didn’t even deserve his friendship now and I think that’s what hurt me the most. I couldn’t imagine my life without Jameson in it. Just because we were technically family now didn’t mean anything if he resented me.
After a few minutes had passed, Jameson’s sigh broke the stillness. “I’m going to heal you and go. I can’t stand to look at you right now. It hurts too much. You should be well enough in a couple of days and you won’t need me anymore. I’ve got a life to get back to.”
I wiped the wetness from my face and neck and nodded my head. I didn’t want him to have to be around me any longer than he absolutely had to. I watched as he slowly placed one hand on my forehead and one on my chest. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine but I could still see the unshed tears in them.
A familiar current started in my chest and quickly traveled down my body. The tingling intensified and was followed by a wave of heat.
“Please… look at me?” I whispered softly.
Jameson’s eyes hesitantly slid to mine and he held my gaze as a final rush of power coursed through me. I knew then, in that instant, I had damaged our relationship far worse than I thought. Every other time he had healed me, my body had climaxed as a result. Jameson had said it only ever happened when he felt strongly for the person he was healing. I didn’t climax this time and I now knew the depths of the pain I caused him.
My tears were not silent this time as I sobbed. I had broken his heart and now I had gotten mine broken in return. We would never be the same again after today; our friendship was irrevocably broken, all because of me.
Jameson gazed down at me with dejected, tear stained eyes as he gently lifted his hands from my body. Without another word, he turned and walked out the bedroom door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I heard knocking on the door and opened my eyes to see Archer strolling in. It had been a few hours since Jameson’s last visit and his final departure had been a hard one for me. Our conversations, if you could even call them that, had been short and uncomfortable but the last visit had been positively brutal. I heard from Aoife that Jameson and Archer had had it out over me again; this time words were said about me that couldn’t be forgotten. Of course, with Archer being as protective as he was toward me, he wanted Jameson to apologize for them but he had stood his ground. I was told what was said about me and agreed wholeheartedly with the assessment. I was every bit of the person he claimed me to be, and it made me sick.
After the argument, Jameson had gathered his things, healed me one last time without a single word, and returned to his band and The Manky Langer tour.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Archer asked with a sweet smile.
“I’m fine,” I answered and tried to smile. The truth was I was anything but fine; I was a wreck over what I had done to Jameson.
“You’ve said that for the last two days,” Archer frowned worriedly. “Are you really fine or do you just not want to talk about what’s bothering you.”
I cursed inwardly and closed my eyes. I thought I had been doing a pretty good job of hiding my inner turmoil, but I guess not. “Jameson hates me,” I whispered, not wanting to talk about it but not being able to stop myself. “What he said about me… it’s all true.”
“Jameson is angry, yes,” Archer sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed beside me, “but I can promise you that he doesn’t hate you. He’s just upset right now. And the things he said, they aren’t true. I know you Skye, I know your heart.”
“You don’t know all of me, Archer. Jameson found that out the hard way.”
“Stop with this self-loathing bullshit, Skye,” Archer growled unhappily. “I know you aren’t perfect; fuck, nobody is, but you aren’t as horrible as you are making yourself out to be.”
“You can’t change the color of truth, Archer,” I shook my head stubbornly. “I’m sorry you don’t like the shade.”
“So what? You fell in love with two people at the same time. You didn’t plan it; you didn’t have malicious intentions. It just happened. Stuff like this DOES happen;