Page 18 of Endeavor
She blushes and again I want to caress her cheek to feel the heat, but I keep my hand on hers. She doesn’t pull away, which I’d like to think is progress.
“I know,” she whispers.
“I’ll wait with you,” I tell her as I grip her hands before letting go.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Her eyebrows rise in surprise. “But…the party.”
I shrug. “I don’t need to be there. It’s my mom’s house, not mine. And she’ll be back there soon.”
She cocks her head to one side as though trying to figure me out. I want to tell her that no one yet has done that, so good fucking luck to her.
“Are you sure? It could be a while.”
“I’m sure,” I declare as I make myself comfortable in the uncomfortable hospital seat.
She reaches in the pocket of the sweatshirt and frowns. “Shit,” she curses under her breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“I left my phone in the bag with my clothes at your mom’s house.”
“It’ll be fine. You can get it when we get back.”
“Do you have Quinlan’s number? Can you text her that everything is OK? I feel bad that I had to leave in such a hurry.”
I pat her leg, which was a super stupid move on my part because her perfectly toned thigh is warm and smooth under my palm and it takes every ounce of my self-control to keep my dick in check. I pull it away slowly, trying to seem super casual.
“I’ll text her. It’s fine.”
She nods and begins tapping her leg nervously.
“Don’t like hospitals?” I ask as I type out a text.
“Does anyone?”
I laugh. “Valid point.”
“I just feel bad for Will. I mean, I practically begged him to come out to the after-party and now he’s here at the ER. I’m like the world’s worst date.”
“Well, he seemed to be having fun up until he cut himself.”
“I guess.”
“Were you having fun?” I ask.
She nods. “Actually, I was.”
“You say that like you are surprised.”
She smiles and I feel like I just won the Indy 500 because it’s the first time I’ve caused her to smile and it was worth the wait. Her whole face lights up as she grins and blushes. “I was a little surprised. I mean, it’s not like I hang out at movie stars’ homes all the time.”
“Aren’t you studying film?”
She nods. “But that doesn’t mean I know a bunch of movie stars.”
