I stayed with Juice as long as I possibly could that day. I didn't tell him what I overheard, I didn't want him to worry or attack his doctor. Knowing him, he'd probably do either. His hair was completely grown out now, and it looked odd on him considering the middle strip that had been his Mohawk was still there and was longer than the rest of his head.

"At least we know where to shave it later," Juice said with a shrug, rubbing his hair. "Which reminds me, my doctor said I can leave tomorrow. So that means we can hang out anywhere else than this cheerful place." He told me with an overdramatic glance at his blank room.

The next morning, Juice was fine. Nothing bad had happened to him over the night, and I didn't see that doctor again. The thought of a fake doctor went through my mind but I pushed it back, just happy that Juice would be released. The club was bringing him home from the hospital just like they did with Chibs. It was late afternoon when Juice came pounding on my kitchen door, his head freshly shaven and the Mohawk making it's triumphant return.

"If you want, you can still maul my head if you want." Juice said, bending is head down and offering it to me. I laughed and pushed his head back up, trying to keep his hair away from the dish I was making. "Maybe later," He said with a shrug and stealing a kiss right in front of my employees.

I heard Becca "awh," as I gently pushed Juice off of me. "Be appropriate," I said to him.

Juice rolled his eyes. "Fine; I'll be as inappropriate as I want to tonight." I turned red as he said this and the employees around us snickered. He left after that, having to get back to the clubhouse for church.

Valerie walked over to me with a knowing smile on her face. "How long has that been going on?"

"Not long," I answered. "How long has that been going on?" I asked her, nodding at Russ. Valerie's dark skin turned darker but she smiled.

"Not long,"

I had just finished eating dinner that night when Juice came pounding on my door. I opened it for him and he pushed me inside and shut the door behind him, wasting no time in locking it behind him.

"What's that?" I asked, but I was interrupted as Juice turned back towards me and rammed his mouth onto mine. I was taken aback for only a moment before I kissed him right back. Juice pushed me through the living room and towards the bedroom. We separated for a second while he began lifting his shirt from his body. "This is forward," I muttered, beginning to unbutton my shirt.

"I've been in jail and in the hospital," Juice explained breathlessly as he met my mouth again. "This is subtle." My shirt was off and on the floor now. I instinctively reached down and began to help him unbuckle his jeans for him, as Juice struggled to undo the hooks to my bra with one hand on the hooks and the other hand tangled into my hair.

I fell backwards onto the bed and let out a small shriek, not knowing that I'd be the one to fall. Juice took this time to kick off his pants and he began to work on my own pair of jeans. I laughed at the look of concentration on his face, which caused him to laugh right back at me. The pants came off and Juice jumped right into the bed with me.

I laid down right next to Juice. He had his arm wrapped tightly around me, his fingers rubbing my earlobe. I pressed my face into his bare chest and breathed him in. He smelt like how he always did, but his head had smelt slightly minty from the shaving cream he said he used to shave his head. He looked down at me and moved his head down until it became buried into my neck.

I let out a sharp giggle at he kissed my neck, nipping it slightly. Juice laughed into my neck, his hot breath causing my neck to feel even more ticklish. He moved up again and sat up a bit, so that he was practically hovering over me. He kissed me and licked my lips, as if he was trying to get the last bit of jam from the back of my throat. Then Juice collapsed back to the spot right next to me.

"If that was subtle," I said, still breathless. "Then I can't wait to see what forward is."

Juice laughed through his teeth. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said, almost to himself.

"Does this make me officially an old lady?" I asked, slightly teasing him. Juice turned his head to look at me.

"Yes. Yes it does, so don't go planning on going anywhere any time soon." He said with a smirk. I laughed shortly.

"Out of all of vacation options I have? That's gonna be hard to promise."

"Oh shut up," Juice said, using his mouth to silence me. I could feel his smile through the kiss. He separated from me and backed up a little bit, to get a better look at me. "God, you're beautiful."

"That's you," I said.

Juice snorted. "No, I think you're the pretty one in this relationship." He smiled so big that his eyes were nearly shut. He reached forward and began twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. His eyes went from playful to dead serious in a heartbeat. "I swear to God I'll never let anything happen to you."

I stared at him. "Where'd that come from?" I asked quietly.

Juice sat up in the bed, rubbing his head. I sat up as well, more slowly. He looked over his shoulder at me, cautiously, as if not sure what to say. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. "What happened now?"

"Gemma got attacked the night of Bobby's party," Juice answered slowly. He was avoiding my gaze and staring at the bumps under the sheets that were my feet. "By Weston and few other of Zobelle's group."

"She got attacked?" I repeated.

Juice met my eyes slowly. "She was raped by them, to get us to stop selling guns to blacks and Hispanics."

I exhaled and fell back into the bed. "That was months ago; no wonder she's been so unnerved."

"Clay told us at church." Juice continued. "And the only thing I could think of was, what if it had been you? Zobelle was right across the street, it could've happened while you were home alone. And that Polly coming over two times to pretty much warn you to distance yourself from us." He cut himself off and shook his head.

I sat up in bed again and leaned back against the headboard after pulling Juice back with me. He let me guide him back and he rested the back of his head on the wall behind him. I rested my head on his bare shoulder and exhaled, not even able to begin imagine what Gemma had gone through. What Clay and Jax were going through right now.

"You know I'm falling for you, right?" I asked. Juice looked down at met my gaze.

He gave me a small smile and pressed his forehead against mine. "Then we're even," He said softly.