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I stopped at the desk to ask for his room, then continued on. By the time I stopped outside his room, my palms were sweating, and my heart was about to beat out of my chest.
After a few deep breaths, I went inside.
Max was staring at the window, and his listless gaze slowly found mine. The shock I read on his face quickly morphed to disinterest and made me feel even worse.
“Luna. What are you doing here?” The lack of intonation in his question wasn’t encouraging.
“Max, I—” but my words froze on my tongue.
“You what? Aren’t you afraid you’ll be seen with me?” He sneered.
Cautiously, I made my way to the bed. “How are you feeling?” I asked, then winced because what a lame question.
“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” he drolly replied.
“Yeah,” I drawled and looked down at my toes. Swallowing hard, I brought my attention back to him. “Max, I’m sorry. The way I reacted yesterday was wrong.”
“Hey, you’re entitled to feel how you feel. If you don’t want to see me anymore, it’s whatever. I won’t say anything to Lacie, and I’ll make myself scarce when you’re at the house.”
“That’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to be a dirty secret. I mean, you’re not a dirty secret.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, then heaved a breath. “What I mean is, I really like you. I overreacted yesterday. I don’t want what we have to end, and I don’t want it to be a secret.”
“So you want to… date?” he asked as he lifted the head to the bed to more of a sitting position. He groaned and I rushed to his side.
“Oh my God, are you okay? Should I go get the nurse?” I helplessly blurted out.
His face was pinched, but he shook his head. “No, everything just hurts like a bitch.”
“Do you need meds?” I asked. “I can ask if she can bring you something.”
“Luna, chill. I just hit my little drug thing before you came in,” he explained as he held up a button on a cable attached to what I assumed was a pump with his pain meds.
“Oh, okay.”
“Come here,” he said as he patted the bed next to him.
“Max, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re hurt.”
“Come. Here.”
Reluctantly, I did as he instructed and gingerly sat next to him. When he sucked in a sharp breath, I tried to pop back up, but his hand on my thigh stopped me.
“Don’t go, baby.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“I feel like it’s my fault you got hurt,” I admitted as my eyes welled at the abraded and raw skin on his arm. His poor tattoos.
“What? Why? You weren’t driving the truck.” He cocked his head slightly as he studied me.
“But if we hadn’t ended our conversation on bad terms, you wouldn’t have left. Or maybe you would’ve been more focused and able to stop.” A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek.
He lifted his hand from my leg and cupped my jaw to catch it with his thumb. “I don’t think that would’ve been the case. I mean, I might not’ve left, but we can’t operate on what-ifs. So I’m asking you again, but let rephrase the question… will you date me? Give me a chance to show you I can be a decent guy outside of the sack?”
I laughed and placed my hand over his where it remained curled around the side of my neck and jaw.
“Yeah, I’d love to date you, Max.” His answering smile was brilliant and brought a few small creases to the corners of his stormy blue eyes. I leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss on his parted lips. His tongue slipped out and twisted with mine briefly before he nipped my lower lip. I rested my forehead on his, and for a moment, we simply existed.
