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“You don’t have to be at school for two hours.”
“I forgot you know my schedule.”
My eyes roll of their own accord.
He glowers down at me. “I know everything about you, Payton.”
“Not really,” I mumble under my breath.
We’re both silent for a minute, staring at each other before Trent takes a step toward the direction of his building.
“Come on.” His fingers brush against my elbow, nudging me forward. “I need to clean your leg, and then you can go to school.”
“I don’t have time. The next train isn’t for two hours. I’ll still miss class.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“Don’t do me any favors, please,” I mumble.
They always come with strings attached. The kind capable of choking.
“Want to say that louder?”
“I said don’t do me any favors.” I tip my chin up and cross my arms. “I know you’re just going to have a damn attitude about it later.”
That shuts him up.
Together, we start to head back in the direction of his place, but I’m slow on my feet. It’s not that it hurts a ton, but it stings, and because of the blood trickling down my leg, I’m limping.
I’m shocked when his hand reaches out, stopping us. The next thing I know, I’m in the air and resting tight in his arms.
Cradled to his chest.
Like the day I cried into him. Only this time, I’m able to enjoy it.
Dammit, Payton. You are not supposed to enjoy this.
“I can walk,” I say, sounding more breathless than I wish to.
“This is faster.”
He can’t hold me like this. Not when I am embraced so tight I can feel his heartbeat.
I hate him.
Fine, maybe not hate him, but I have strong feelings against him. Feelings that will certainly be confused if he’s nice to me again. The last time he was, I was torn up inside for days, not sleeping and playing over the moment on repeat in my head.
And that was merely a hug.
This . . .
This is so much more.
He has to put me down, or I’m destined to be the next star of a Groundhog Day sequel, and this is the day that I will choose to relive. That, or the one when I spotted him enjoying his sauna nude.
“You can’t just pick a girl up on the street like this,” I plead, hoping he will come to his senses before I allow myself to melt into his warmth.
Because if I close my eyes right now, his presence is enough to soothe me. To help me forget all my problems . . . except he is the problem, so I can’t allow this.
