Book 4: King Gene Is Drunk

Rose

“You’re so beautiful.”

Mark’s voice sounds hoarse and raspy as he tries to talk to me. He reaches over and caresses my cheek.

Neither of us have been awake for long. I opened my eyes first, a few minutes ago, and then watched as his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and now his blue eyes are locked on my face.

“How are you feeling?” I ask him, scooting toward him in bed so I can put my hand on his chest.

He coughs and tries to lift a hand to put it on top of mine, but he’s so weak still, he gives up, and his hand falls back onto the bed. “I’ve been better.”

I giggle, not because he’s clearly under the weather still but because he is so adorable. “I wanted to murder you for a few moments,” I admit.

His head moves up and down slightly, and I take it that that movement is supposed to be a nod. “I don’t blame you. If you thought I was choosing to have sex with that awful monster, you should be ready to rip my heart out. But