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Really?That’swhat he has to say? That I’ll find somebody else.
I roll my eyes, turning to him. “It doesn’t matter, Hunter. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you mad at me?” he asks.
Keeping my head turned away, I wipe at a tear under my eye. “No, I’m not mad at you.”
“Are you sure?”
I let out a long breath, turning to face him. “It’s just been a long night. I’m tired. I feel like I could sleep for the next week.”
“It’s the concussion.” He glances over, slowing the car down slightly. “Are you hurting? Do we need to go back to the hospital?”
I furrow my brows. “I’m fine. I don’t feel anything. They gave me some strong medicine. I feel kind of loopy from it.”
“Then why were you crying?”
Of course he’s noticed. I can’t seem to hide anything from him, which makes me feel even more pathetic.
“Tonight was rough,” I say, hoping he won’t ask any more questions about it.
Will he make me admit my feelings for him? Certainly he wouldn’t do that, right? That would be mortifying.
“Ah, Cove, I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about this right now,” he says. “We’ll talk when you feel better.”
We will?
No. This isn’t what I wanted either.
I sigh, angling my body toward him. “We don’t need to talk about it at all, Hunter. I know where I stand with you. You’ve made it very clear. So, we’ll just forget it ever happened and go back to the way things were.”
How could they go back to the way they were? I can never forget that kiss.
Still, I know it’s what Hunter needs to hear. If I don’t convince him, he won’t let this go and I can’t keep talking about it. I want to quietly have a broken heart and never let him know the truth.
“Right.” Hunter puts both hands on the steering wheel. “So that means we’re cool, right?”
“Yeah.” I turn and look back out the window, wondering how things can go on from here.
One thing is certain, I will never forget that kiss. How can any kiss in the future compare to that?
Hunter has ruined my lips.
I look at Hunter and see him carefully watching the road, with both hands on the steering wheel. His body is tense, like he wants to say something.
“What do you want to say?” I ask him, wanting this conversationover.I never want to bring up that kiss again. It’s too painful. We have to move on.
“I just wanted to ask you something, but it feels pointless now,” he says.
“Now you have to ask me or it will drive me crazy.”
He chuckles. “Okay, fine. I just wanted to ask you if tonight was your first kiss.”
My heart races. “Why do you ask?”
Was I a bad kisser? What if the kiss sucked for him? I’m not sure I could handle it if he didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.
“Because I will feel really bad if I took your first kiss from you,” he says.
