Page 101 of Just for the Cameras
“Are you done?”
“Do you want me to be done?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Then I’m done.”
“Good.” I study her eye some more. “Have you had any headaches or dizziness?”
“None. What about you?”
“Yeah, my headache is sitting on a counter right in front of me.”
Her face falls flat. “Not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
I touch the bruising. “Is it sensitive?”
“A little, but nothing bad. I think it just looks like shit. I seem to bruise easily. Although from the look of it, you do too.”
“No, this is well earned, yours is from knocking your head with a helmet. Big difference.”
“Are you going to tell me how it was well earned?” she asks.
“Nope.” My eyes connect with hers, and she presses her hand to my ribs.
“Does this hurt?”
Didn’t think I would like it as much as I do. How I wish it was skin on skin, though. Now that would feel better. Maybe rip her T-shirt off and mine—
Stop.
This is Maple, not some hookup.Jesus Christ, when was the last time I got laid?I think back for a second, trying to remember, which means…it’s been awhile.
That must be why I’m liking her touch so damn much.
“Does it?” she asks, looking concerned.
“No,” I answer.
“Are you sure? Because you looked pained for a second.”
Yeah, because for some asinine reason, my body and my stupid brain are telling me that I like you touching me, and I really don’t know how to process that.
“Positive.”
“And this is the—Oh,” Phil says as he enters. The position Maple and I are in is not a position that screams sex, but it doesn’t scream acquaintances either. “Pardon, I was just showing Hank around.”
Hank.
Why is that name so familiar?
Maple pushes at my chest and squeals as she hops off the counter, just as Slutty Little Glasses appears at the door.
No fucking way.
I watch as Maple launches herself into his arms and hugs him tightly. Well, as tightly as she can with a fucking brace on her arm. “You got the job? Oh my God, this is so amazing.”
