Page 76 of Broken Silence
I shook my head at her, smirking.
She shrugged at me, apparently not ashamed of sending her mum and brother away.
“Of course,” Sarah said. “We’ll go get a coffee and check in with the others.”
Jasper snorted. “I wonder what they want to do.”
“Bye!” Oakley said, shooing him.
As soon as they left, I turned to her and raised my brows. “Subtle.”
“You know I don’t like them fussing.”
“I do know that.” I reached over, stroking her jaw. “How do you still look this good after a panic attack and concussion?”
She shrugged. “You’re biased. And it was a mild concussion.”
“Heavily biased, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. You scared me to death,” I said, pressing my mouth against hers.
When her hand pushed into my hair, and her tongue slid against mine, I pulled back and laughed. “We’re in a hospital. No getting carried away.”
“Boring. I’m sorry I scared you.”
“I need to take better care of you,” I said, playing with her fingers.
“You already do. I just passed out.”
“The doctor said you were dehydrated.”
“How’s that your fault? I should be taking care of myself. It’s just, with everything going on, I wasn’t exactly hungry or thirsty this morning.” She held her hand up, showing me the IV. “Now I’m being hydrated though this… which is dramatic since I’m awake and can drink.”
“At the risk of fussing, do you want water?”
“I’ve had some. I’m good.”
“Do you want to continue with the trial? You know you don’t have to, right? We don’t have to talk about that now, actually. Forget I said anything. We’ll talk when you’re better.”
She shook her head and winced again. “Damn. Headache. I want to continue. I just need to learn how to deal with seeing him again. I didn’t cover that in therapy. I didn’t think I’d ever be facing him again. He was just…there. But there is no freaking way I’m not walking back into that room, especially now.”
“Okay. I thought that’d be the case,” I said, running my hand through her hair. “Do you think speaking to your therapist will help? Maybe she can do a zoom session with you.”
She rubbed at her head. “I might reach out to her.”
“Your head’s bothering you.”
“I’ve had pain meds. I’m fine.”
“You have a concussion.”
“Amildconcussion, Cole. I can’t remember doing it. It’s just a headache and slight nausea, so stop worrying.”
“It’s the boyfriend’s job to worry.”
Biting her lip, she grabbed my T-shirt and pulled me closer.
I’d saidboyfriend.
“Wrong. It’s the boyfriend’s job to do the kissing.”
