Georgia’s POV
The room was so quiet that it was really awkward and suffocating despite being full of people just monts ago. Every single pair of eyes kept darting between Nick and , waiting for him to say sothing—anything. But he didn’t. He just stood there, staring at as if I’d just co back from the dead.
I blinked at him, trying to fight the awkwardness clawing at the air. Okay, seriously... soone say sothing. Preferably him.
"B-but if he needs rest, he can go with you. I’m fine here, I’ll just sleep anyway, or—" I tried to fill the silence, but Nick’s voice suddenly cut through it.
"Everyone, go."
Just two words—firm, quiet, and absolute.
The room instantly stirred to life again. Footsteps, murmurs rose, and Vicky started herding everyone toward the door like a flustered mother hen. "Alright, alright, let’s go, go, go!" she said, waving at the others to hurry.
I watched them leave one by one until the door finally clicked shut, leaving only Nick and . He was still standing there, unmoving, his eyes never leaving my face—as if he was guarding sothing precious like a treasure chest... or soone.
I tilted my head and tried to sound casual even though my chest felt like it was filled with butterflies. "What? Why are you looking at like that?"
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he started walking toward —fast, which made my pulse spike. I instinctively scooted back, clutching the blanket like a shield. "J-just stay there. Don’t move too close," I blurted, though my heart was the one betraying , racing so loud I swore he could hear it.
"I just wanted to thank you," he said softly, his voice rough around the edges. "Thank you for letting stay. I thought... You didn’t want here."
"Well, I did—I an, I don’t really rember much about you," I admitted, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. "Except that you were... the suspect in my brother’s case. But Ella told her version of our story after you saved . She said it would be best if I ask you for the rest of it since we’ve been together since then. So I figured, maybe I should hear your side, and hopefully it will awaken so of my mories back."
For a mont, silence stretched again—but this ti, it wasn’t suffocating. It was warm. His eyes softened, glistening like he was holding back sothing he couldn’t quite say. Then the faintest smile tugged at his lips, slow and trembling, as if he couldn’t believe I was real.
And just like that, the air around us changed. It wasn’t awkward anymore. It was sothing else—sothing tender, like the first fragile mont of rembering soone your heart never forgot.
Damn... is this really the sa man I saw in the courtroom before? The one who looked like he could intimidate a whole army with just a glare? Because right now, standing beside my hospital bed, he looked... soft. Almost adorably soft. Like a golden retriever pretending to be a wolf.
Was he always this cute?
Oh my God, what the heck am I thinking? Brain, stop. You literally forgot everything. Have so sha!
"Sure, I’ll tell you everything," he said, his tone gentle—too gentle for soone I once thought was dangerous. "But it’s almost dinner ti. I’ll go to the nurse’s station and check what you can eat. Since you’re pregnant, I thought you might be craving sothing. What do you want to eat?"
My jaw almost dropped. Hold up. Was this the sa man who, a few hours ago, looked like a thunderstorm in human form? Because now he sounded like he was about to knit a blanket and sing lullabies.
Is this... how I fell in love with him? This? The softness? The care? The way his voice dipped just low enough to sound like a promise?
"I—I’m not sure," I stamred, realizing how ridiculous I must’ve looked gawking at him. "But I’m hungry. I think I’m on a soft diet for now, so maybe sothing warm? Like porridge... or ran? Anything with soup is fine."
He nodded like it was a sacred mission. Then he grabbed the paper bag Vicky had left on the coffee table and placed it carefully beside .
"Here," he said. "Your phone and laptop are inside. Maybe looking through them will help refresh your mory. I’ll be right back."
And just like that, he walked out.
I stared at the door long after it closed, my heart fluttering like it had a mind of its own. Fierce, scary Nicholas Knight from the courtroom had just turned into the sweetest man alive.
After Nick left, I picked up my phone from the paper bag and sank back against the pillows. The room felt strangely quiet without his presence, like all the air went with him when he walked out the door.
The screen lit up instantly, and I blinked when I saw my wallpaper. It was a photo of Nick, , and Katie... He was smiling. Softly. Like, he only smiled that way for .
"Okay... that’s definitely sothing," I muttered under my breath, unlocking my phone.
My fingers hesitated before tapping on the gallery app, half-expecting to see random photos of food or landscapes. But when the gallery opened —
I froze.
There were thousands of photos and videos... and most of them were of Nick.
"What the hell—" I whispered, scrolling through them, my jaw hanging open.
There were casual shots—Nick cooking in the kitchen, Nick laughing with soone, Nick kneeling beside Katie and helping her tie her shoes. Then there were selfies— and Nick making silly faces together, Nick asleep on the couch with his arm around .
A warmth spread across my chest as I scrolled further, smiling without aning to. We look... happy.
But then—
"Oh my God," I gasped, nearly dropping my phone.
There he was—shirtless. In another one, freshly out of the shower, only a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair, sliding down his neck. Holy hell! What was I doing back then?!
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