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Neither of us had to voice it out loud, but we both knew there was no way Nixon would ever agree to move away if my tests didn’t come back clean, and I had to continue with the treatments. I didn’t allow myself to think about it because just the idea of having to continue with all of these for another six months was excruciating. I wasn’t sure I would be able to do it.
The bell chimes and Yasmin looks up, her eyes widening slightly. “Don’t turn around,” she mouths, her words so quiet they’re barely audible.
I pull my brows together. “What…”
“Hey.”
Goosebumps spread over my skin at the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body as he pulled me into his arms still alive in my mind.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” The words are out before I can think them through, and I want to slap myself over the head.
“I’m here to grab a coffee,” he lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes taking me in. “I have labs in thirty. You look better than the last time I saw you.”
“I’m not about to faint if that’s what worries you.”
I’m not about to faint? What the hell, Jade?
The color rises up my cheeks, so I duck my head, letting the hair fall in my face and cover my burning cheeks.
“I don’t really mind you fainting.”
And if I thought things couldn’t get more awkward.
There’s a beat of silence, neither of us knowing what to say to make this less weird. Finally, Prescott clears his throat and turns to Yasmin. “Can I have that coffee? Black, please.”
I peek up to find Yasmin looking between us, clearly amused. “One black coffee coming right up.”
I give Prescott a side glance to find him already watching me. We both look away at the same time as Yasmin places a tall cup on the counter. “Here you go. Anything else?”
“No, this is fine.” Prescott places a bill on the counter and turns to me. “I’m glad to see you’re doing better, Jade.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, my heart beating so wildly in my chest that I’m surprised it doesn’t burst out.
Before I can say anything, he turns around and walks away. I keep staring after him even once the door is closed.
Sighing, I turn around only to find Yasmin laughing her ass off, her palm covering her mouth to stifle the noise.
I glare at her. “Don’t you dare say anything.”
“Oh, please! You have to admit that was hilarious.”
“It was painful. That’s what it was.” I press my hands against my cheeks, still feeling their warmth.
“I don’t really mind you fainting,” Yasmin says, trying to emanate Prescott’s deep voice. “Not that you were any better, mind you.”
“Yasmin!” I yell.
How bad would it be if I launched across the counter and strangled her? Maybe Nixon wouldn’t mind if I told him what happened. No, there is no way I’m telling anyone what just happened, least of all my brother. I won’t hear the end of it.
“You’re really being mean. To a girl with cancer, no less.”
Yasmin gives me her who’re-you-trying-to-shit look. “Does that work?”
“Sometimes,” I shrug.
“Try again, missy. But seriously, you two are totally pining over one another.”
“We’re not. We broke up.”
