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“Of course.” She was vehement. “I need to know. What if I gave you something that could make you sick?”
“You’re so pretty,” I said, reaching up with my free hand to rub the ends of her long hair between my fingers.
From the darkened, tiny back seat, Prism snorted. “Whipped.”
He was just jealous she wasn’t worried about his eating habits.
Jess’s brown eyes blinked, surprise filling her features. Her nose scrunched up seconds later. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“It means shouldn’t you be more worried if you have an allergy and not me?”
Realization dawned, making her lips form a little O. But with a little shake of her head, the expression cleared. “You wouldn’t let me eat something that would hurt me.”
Did you feel that?
Because, bro. That was a fucking earthquake.
“You trust me that much?” I whispered.
“Of course I do,” she replied like it was simple. “We’re getting married.”
A choked sound strangled my throat. I sat there nearly asphyxiating on my guilt. Prism’s hand shot over the seat to grip the back of my neck and squeeze.
The pressure reminded me to drag in a breath. As my lungs expanded, I glanced at my best bro, and his eyes were knowing. I dragged in another lungful and shifted my attention to the girl beside me.
Thankfully, Jess didn’t seem to notice the fact that I was in danger of literally suffocating on my own damn shame. Her attention strayed back to the pizza house. “But… do I have allergies?”
“No, baby,” I replied, voice a little strained. “It’s Lars. He’s allergic to nuts.”
“He’s the very blond one, right? With the light eyes.”
“Yeah.”
“He’s very handsome,” she said, almost to herself.
I shot up in my seat. “What the hell are you looking at him for?”
Prism heckled, falling back into his seat.
Jess glanced at me. “That’s what eyes do, Ben. They look at people.”
“Girl, don’t you sass me.” That’s what eyes do. That was some nerve. Look, head injury or no, I wasn’t having it.
“What’s his accent anyway?”
I choked again.
Prism popped up from the back seat again. Fucking jack-in-the-box bozo. “He’s Swedish. Moved here from Sweden at the beginning of the semester.”
She nodded and turned back to me. “So you don’t have any allergies, right?”
I wasn’t charmed by that. I was not. “No. I have a lead stomach. I can digest everything. Even you calling some other dude hot.”
She threw her arms up. “I did not call him hot. I said he was handsome.”
Prism cackled from the back.
“Bro, put your AirPods in.”
