Chapter Five
A low moan escaped Dodger's lips. He shifted slightly in his bed. Suddenly he realized he wasn't in his bed but rather the floor.
He sat up. Brianne was on his bed. She looked so peaceful. The normally hard look on her face had melted into a almost childlike one. Her hair was sprawled around the mattress looking like flames on brown.
He was even more captivated with her beauty than ever. If only this sight of her would last forever.
She shifted slightly then murmured something underneath her breath. He couldn't help but laugh.
Her eyes flickered open. "John." she moaned. She blinked a couple times then gave her head a slight shake. "Mr. Dawkins?"
He nodded. "You can call me, Jack you know."
Jack?
where had that came from. The last time someone called him Jack he was eight years old. It was almost a strange name to him, but for some reason he wanted nothing more than for her to make it not so strange anymore.
Her eyes searched the room, still tired. "Jack." she repeated. The word sent heat rising from his stomach. No one had ever said it like her before. "Jack where am I?"
"in my cabin remember, dose your ankle still hurt?"
She nodded as if taking in this information slowly with the early hours of the morning. "a little."
"it will for a couple days." he explained. "just take it easy as much as you can."
"That's a little hard when sentenced to seven years hard labour."
He didn't know whether to take this as a joke or insult. "I know." he said. "But just try."
She smiled. Then forced herself to sit up. "Thank you doctor, Dawkins."
He gave his head a slight shake then came to his feet. Her eyes traveled down to his bare chest. "what?"
She shook her head. "nothing… could you help me get up?"
He reached out his hand. In one swift motion he pulled her up to her feet. Her green eyes stared at his brown ones. He broke out into another cold sweat. "well. Here ya go miss."
"thank you." her words were hidden underneath her breath making her sound faraway but yet close.
He itched to kiss her again, even just touching her would do. His hands reached for her waist but pulled away.
"I think if I just keep on my right foot I should be fine."
"yeah." he said. "You should be… but just in case why don't I walk ya."
"but then you'll be late."
He frowned. No where else but in a penal colony would he let that stop him from escorting pretty Miss. Kelly to wherever her heart desired.
He sighed. "you're right… just be careful huh, carrots?"
She nodded then took a hobbled step forward. She opened the door, smiled over her shoulder then disappeared.
But Dodger was praying somehow he would see her again.