Chapter Fifteen

Reese’s POV

Troy had stayed with her for two more days, not once leaving her side. He bathed her, fed her and dressed her. Nobody ventured into their quarters and Troy only allowed Dr Tyrell in to give her pain relief.

He massaged her muscles three times a day, combed her hair and helped her brush her teeth. She felt like an invalid and kept wondering why the notorious playboy acted so caring and thoughtfully when it came to her.

They watched movies and ate popcorn. Reese slept a lot and every time she closed her eyes and opened them again, Troy was right there, next to her. She felt conflicted, not sure how to act with him and wanting to dislike him intensely but finding that she didn’t.

“So how am I supposed to repay you for all this care?” They were in bed with Reese propped against Troy’s chest as they watched a movie. Troy had been running his fingers through her curls, something she’d never liked before but somehow with him doing it, it relaxed her.

“I’ve always wanted a surpris