Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1)

Please have somewhat decent water pressure.

God twisted the faucet handles on the stall shower and turned the water up as hot as he could stand it. He washed quickly and then stood still, letting the water beat on the back of his neck. It wasn’t as hard as he liked but it would do. He stood there until the water started to turn cool. He shaved his beard, leaving his goatee and a little bit of length under his chin. He combed his hair until there were no more tangles and left it down to dry. He felt better… physically.

With a small, scratchy towel wrapped around his waist, God went to retrieve his soup and sat in one of the small chairs at the two-person table. At least they were cushioned. His bed didn’t look as inviting, with the typical hotel comforter that always slid off the bed and onto the floor in the middle of the night. God hoped the sheets were changed regularly, but his gut told him they probably weren't. Thank the Lord I’m still on antibiotics. Could probably catch instant herpes in that bed. He snorted and downed his bowl of soup in three quick gulps. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until the bowl was dry and he immediately wanted more. So he popped open another can. Day’s soup was better.

God wiped off the table and just as he was about to peel the covers back on the bed there was a light tapping on the door. He quietly opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out his 9mm. He pulled the curtain back just enough to peak and saw the night clerk from the front desk at his door.

Shoot me.

God cracked open the door. “Yeah. What’s up?”

She smiled at the sliver of his chest she could see through the crack.

“Sorry to disturb you, but there’s a man at the front desk asking for you and we have a firm policy of not giving out our residents’ information.”

God’s stomach began to flutter. It had to be Day. Maybe he’d followed him there, God wasn’t sure. “Did he tell you his name?”

“Yes. He said his name is Day,” she replied, still craning her neck to get a better glimpse of his flesh.

“Give him the room number please, and thank you for checking first.” God shut the door, not needing a response.

God had just enough time to throw on some jeans when a loud bang sounded on the door. He frowned and yanked the door open. God looked into the angry eyes of the wrong Day. He wanted to see Detective Day, not Dr. Day. God huffed and stepped to the side to let Jax in.

“How did you find me, Jax?” God asked as his greeting.

“I didn’t, your partner did. He seems to be able to track his lover anywhere in the United States,” Jax said with zero humor.

His brow scrunched for a couple seconds before he realized what Jax was talking about. Track your lover. “He’s actually using that goddamn app on our phones. Sonofabitch.”

“If you weren’t still sick and so freakishly huge, I’d punch you in the jaw for hurting my brother,” Jax fumed.

God plopped down on the bed and hissed at the pain in his ribs.

“Jax, I don't make excuses. I fucked up and I admit it. I will fix this and soon. Leo means everything to me, and really, he’s all I’ve got.”

Jax dropped his large medical bag to the floor and looked God in his eyes. “But do you love him?”

God didn’t speak.

“You already know how he feels about you. I’ve never seen him care for anyone else the way he cared for you while you were sick. He was scared and worried. He’s still worried. He sent me here, wouldn’t take no for an answer. You may care about him, but if you can’t love him the way he wants you to, then let him know now… not after he’s too far in,” Jax said.

God knew Jax was telling the truth. He knew Day was important to him, but love? He’d never been in love before. It’d been even longer since he’d felt loved by another. What Day had done for him over these past few days must be what people in love did. He didn’t need to reveal his feeling to Jax—like he’d noted when he opened the door—it was the wrong Day.

“I’ll fix this, Jax. You know I’m a man of my word. It’s all I have. I won’t spill my feelings to you. But I promise you, I’ll never hurt him again,” God said seriously.

Jax stared him down for a few seconds and God never looked away. Not until Jax believed he was sincere.

“Fine. I’ll accept that for now. Now lie back and let me take a look.”