Hate to Love You
Page 44Stopping outside Shay’s room, I said over my shoulder, “Can I talk to Shay first? I . . . can we do this another day, Linde? I’m sorry. I . . . just—”
“No. No.” He went to a different door. “Talk. It’s good to see you up and walking.” He cracked a grin, tapping the side of his head. “The mind does weird tricks on a person. You never know.” He indicated me with the bowl. “It’s real good to see you. Miss you in class.”
I was reaching for the doorknob but paused at those words.
I looked back up. “Thank yo—” He was in his room already.
Had I been a bitch there? Was that wrong to do?
I was rooted in place, but Shay moved me and opened the door. He ran a hand down my side, curved it around my waist, and rested it on the small of my back. For a second, one second, I didn’t move. He opened the door, but neither of us moved. Feeling his heat, his strength, I closed my eyes and rested my forehead to his chest.
He remained like that, and after another second, I felt him rest his head against the top of mine, but with the barest of touches. No. Those were his lips. He grazed a soft kiss there, and feeling the tears falling, I went inside.
We didn’t move far.
Shay shut the door, and I whirled around. He didn’t even move, I just pressed myself against him, and his arms wrapped around me. My hood was still in place. Gage’s sunglasses on. He held me, and I soaked it up. He ran his hand up and down my arm and dipped his head to rest his chin on my good shoulder. He kissed my cheek before lying his own cheek next to it. He let out a deep breath, and it was as if he were breathing for both of us.
So much of the tension, anxiety, and fear left me. There was so much else still in there, but my chest was considerably lighter.
I stepped back after another few minutes and murmured hoarsely, “Thank you.”
His hand came to the glasses. He started to touch them. “Can I?”
No! Fear slammed back in me, but I forced myself to nod. Then I waited. My heart against my chest cavity.
He pulled them off. There was no change in his eyes. He took them, folded them, and put them on his dresser. Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he reached back up and gently pushed the hood back from my head. When I felt completely bare, he gazed at me.
I couldn’t look, not at first. I focused on his chest, but when he didn’t make a motion, or a sound, I looked up.
So much warmth was there that my lungs were empty for a moment.
He murmured, “You’re still as beautiful as you were the first day in class.”
Another teardrop formed and hung off my eyelid. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” He reached up, another tender touch, and he raised his thumbs to clear the tears from my eyes. Wiping them away, he caught a tendril of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. His hand lingered there, and he stared at the bruising.
I choked up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
I made a movement toward the door, but his hand touched my wrist, gentle, but still firm. “No.” He stepped in front, blocking the door fully. “I just got you.”
Those words—I laughed, shaking my head. “Smooth operator.”
“Or a truthful one.”
I went to the bed but didn’t sit. Hugging myself, I turned back around, raising a hand so I could bite at my nail. My mother would’ve been yelling at me, but I didn’t care. My anxiety was back and off the charts. It was, but it wasn’t. This was a different form of anxiety. This wasn’t the kind where I felt the walls closing in on me. This was the kind where I was worried the guy who used to laugh with me, poke at me until he got a reaction, or made me gasp in bed wouldn’t want to do any of those anymore. It was that kind of anxiety.
Maybe it was the tears welling up. They never stopped anymore, or maybe because I was half through my nail, but whatever he saw, he came forward. He cupped the good side of my face and sighed. “Everything will be okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Carruthers will never hurt you again.”
It wasn’t about Carruthers. It wasn’t about his friend. “Casey was raped. I was attacked. There’ll be others.”
Agony flared in his eyes. “Not for you. I won’t let it.”
“You can’t know.”
“I do. This time, I do.” He raised his head up in a challenge. “No one will hurt you again.”
I whispered, my voice cracking, “I want to believe you.”
He whispered back, inching closer until we were touching. His other hand was on my neck, and I was literally in the palm of his hands. He was gazing down. I was looking up, and he said again, “You can.”
I called my mom, telling her I was staying with Shay. She tried to get me to change my mind, but all I wanted to do was lie in bed with Shay that night, so I did. We held hands. I was in his arms, and he rubbed my back as I told him everything.
The day felt weird.
I was confused after I left him, but enjoyed being a nobody again.
The library.
How I embraced my inner geekdom.
The sidewalk afterward.
The two shadows.
The bat.
When I was hit.
The ambulance.
Waking up in the hospital room.
The medical staff, and how great they were.
How crazy my mother was.
How great my brothers were, and how I enjoyed having Blake here.
My mother’s tearful worry before I went to his place.
When I was done, he continued to stroke my back. “But how are you doing?”
His eyes clouded over, and he shook his head. They were brimming with fierce emotion, but everything about him was gentle. So were his words. “You’re not. It’s like a sports injury. It can bench you, or you can rest, go to rehab, and do everything in your power to heal it.”
“Being attacked isn’t like a sports injury.”
He shifted to sit up, but he pulled me back against his chest. He ran a hand down my hair instead, circling around my arm and raising to repeat. “Maybe like cancer. You can’t deny it. You deal with it, and if you get the right treatment, maybe you’ll come out in one piece. I believe in that, Kennedy.” He stopped his hand and held me. I felt his head resting against mine and a quiet, “I have to,” left him.
We kissed a few times that night, nothing heavy. But he held me, and it was what I needed.
The next morning I was going to stay in the room until Blake could pick me up since Gage had classes. But Shay said everyone knew I was there, and the word was that I was his girlfriend. I went down with him after he got back from his morning run and we ate breakfast before getting ready for classes.
The guys were respectful.
A few stared at my face, but no one acted like my being at the table was weird.
Shay was on one side, and Linde was on the other. He asked for a hug, and I murmured before he pulled away, “Thank you for being a good friend.”
He was wiping at his eyes and excused himself afterward.
He came back after a few minutes, his smile reinforced, and as the guys left for campus, Shay took me to the hotel. He sat back in his seat, the engine idling. “Do you want me to come up with you?”
I laughed. “Are you kidding? My mom won’t let you leave.”
“I can stop by tonight.”
“Or, you can pick me up, and we’ll repeat last night.” Unless he had plans? Unless he didn’t want to? Unless . . . my mind wouldn’t stop. “If you want, I mean.”
“Of course, I do.” His eyebrows dipped close before smoothing back out. Those ice-blue eyes were questioning, but genuine. The concern rested on the bottom, lining it with a smidge shadow of darkness. “Is that okay with you? I mean, you’re the one who was adamant we weren’t dating.” The side of his mouth lifted in a half-grin, but I saw how serious those eyes were. He wasn’t joking.
“I said all that so I wouldn’t get hurt.”