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down to my crotch, before her eyes flick back up to mine. She’s sporting a huge ass grin.
    “At least someone remembers me!” she squeaks, and then lets out a full-blown belly laugh. Her head’s thrown back as she clutches onto her stomach.
    “I’d love to grab a coffee with you, but I’m gonna need a minute,” I tell her, nodding towards the bathroom. “I have to go splash some water about and cool the hell down.” I’m not shy, but I feel like a complete tool at the moment.
    Her chuckles continue as she leans forward. “Shit, it hurts to laugh,” she breathes, trying to rein in the weird giggle snort thing she’s doing.
    I smile at her in amusement. “Why does it hurt?”
    She rubs gently at her side and then pulls her shirt up slightly. She’s careful not to expose anything other than giving me a glimpse of the dressing covering part of her abdomen. “The stitches haven’t healed fully from my surgery.” She shrugs and then lets her shirt fall back into place.
    My smile slips and my stomach plummets as I realize that the whole time she’s been in here, I didn’t once think to ask if she’s okay. The image of her holding a drip stand floats to the front of my mind.
    Fuck!
    Okay, so I’m failing at being a boyfriend right off the bat. I can hear my dad’s voice in the back of my mind telling me what a selfish little prick I am.
    “Blair, shit…I’m so sorry, I haven’t even asked you if you’re okay.” I sit back down beside her on the bed and let my head drop. “What happened?” I motion to her stomach. “I know you were in the crash—are you hurt bad?” I ask, attempting to swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat. I can feel myself break out in goose bumps. This girl elicits reactions from me that I have no control over. I don’t know if I should love or hate that. What I do know is that I feel like crying and it’s scaring the crap out of me. I don’t do emotions, and I certainly don’t do crying—not ever. I do numb, but I’m feeling anything but that at the moment.
    “My spleen ruptured in the accident.” She smiles, but it’s sad. “I got off pretty lightly, unlike you and your dad.” She sucks air in through her clenched teeth and then grimaces looking at me. I’m assuming she didn’t mean to say the last part.
    “I haven’t heard anything about him yet.” I try to pull off nonchalance, but I don’t think it’s working. I wonder how much she knows about my relationship with my dad? Would I have told her? I don’t need to ask, though, because the look on her face somehow confirms that she knows.
    “Do you want to know?” she asks as she pinches her top lip between her fingers waiting for a response.
    “Honestly? I don’t know if I care.” I watch for her reaction. Waiting to see if I’ve read her wrong and she doesn’t know about that aspect of my life.
    She takes a hold of my hand and laces her fingers with mine; she draws her knee up and rests it on the bed then twists her body so she can face me.
    “I can see you wondering…I know about him Ethan. You told me everything.”
    My stomach churns as I force myself not to look away. I feel ashamed, weak and pathetic all at once. I hate that she knows. There is nothing I wouldn’t give right now for this whole situation to be reversed. Why couldn’t I have forgotten about him and still remember her?
    I sit mute: what can I respond to that? I open my mouth to speak before I’ve even processed what I’m about to say. Then I pause; she leans in and everything happens in slow motion as she places her lips lightly over mine. They’re so soft. Damn.
    She doesn’t move them at all, just holds them in place, and I’m mesmerized. She’s kissing me but it’s not making out. In fact, it’s not sexual at all. This kiss—it isn’t really a kiss; it an unspoken message. She’s letting me know it’s okay and that I don’t need to try and make excuses. She moves her head back and looks directly into my