Halia walked out holding the folded pajamas like it was a cake with a cherry on top, except the thing that sat on top was no cherry.
"Jackson! Take the underwear and put it on yourself," Halia shoved the pile in her hand towards Jackson, refusing to touch his underwear.
Jackson laughed as he ran over and sat on the bed. "Come on, nurse, my arm is injured," he teased.
"You managed to take it off, why can't you put it back on?" she asked with an annoyed pout.
Jackson looked at the adorable woman in front of him and felt his heart melt. "Fine, I was just teasing you. Leave it here and I'll put it on myself. Just help me put on my top first," he chuckled.
Halia dropped the pile on the bed beside the man and grabbed the pajama top.
With an angry glare, she slowly inched the pajama sleeve up Jackson's left arm, carefully avoiding his wounds.
Jackson watched with a slight smile. She was annoyed, yet she couldn't help but care about him. Women were never straightforward like men.
