Page 90 of I’m The Worst

Just there.

And wrong.

My fists clench. This isn’t happening.

And still…my eyes won’t leave her.

The softness beneath me wakes me first. Then the throbbing in my head. I don’t open my eyes right away. My mouth is dry. My skin feels too tight, and I can already tell I’m going to regret every single fucking gulp.

I try to sit up.

A heavy arm around my waist tightens and pulls me against a warm, solid body.

My eyes fly open as my breath catches.

“Wolff?”

He doesn’t say anything. He’s just…there. Pressed against me, chest bare, his breathing steady against the back of my neck.

I twist in his hold and throw my arms around his neck.

“Oh my god! You’re awake! You’re actually awake. I thought you— I was so fucking scared.” My voice cracks.

His arms flex, and I brace for him to push me away, but he doesn’t. I feel him breathe in slowly, like he’s not used to this.

“I didn’t know what to do… I thought you died. You wouldn’t wake up, and I⁠—”

I stop. My face is so close to his. His eyes aren’t cold like they usually are. There’s…something else lingering in them. And then he touches my face, his rough palm cups my cheek, thumb dragging gently over my jaw.

I forget how to breathe.

A tear slips free before I can stop it, and his thumb catches it, wiping it away.

It’s too much.

All of it.

I lean forward to kiss him, and his grip tightens just enough to stop me.

I freeze, heart stuttering as he shakes his head slightly, his brow pulling tight like he’s pissed about something he won’t say.

“Don’t.”

“Why?” I want to. God, I want to kiss him so bad.

I lean into his palm.

His eyes drop to my mouth, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. For a second, it feels like everything might tip—he leans back, taking me with him, ending the moment. My head lands against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around me again, tighter this time.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even look at me.

But he doesn’t let go.

I curl into his body, my head tucked under his chin, his hand moving slowly up and down my back. Relief settles in deep.

“How does your side feel?” I ask quietly. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I just… Did I do it right? Did I fix it?”

His thumb brushes my cheek again, softer this time. “Yeah.”