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back. I look up, a little disoriented to see crystal-clear blue eyes looking down at me. This is so wrong on so many levels, and after I insisted we follow those rules. This definitely breaks most of them.
    "Hi." He smiles down on me.
    Lifting my head, I remove myself from him and look toward the window. It's no longer light outside.
    "What time is it?" I ask groggily.
    "It's ten minutes till nine," he answers.
    I slept for three hours, and did he not move the entire time? A voice above announces visiting hours will be over in ten minutes. I jump to my feet and scramble to get to my dad's room. I can't believe I let myself fall asleep.
    When I make it to his room he's still asleep and I notice he looks peaceful. I follow the rise and fall of his chest with my eyes. I'm happy he's resting, but I wanted to spend more time with him.
    "You both are exhausted. Let me take you home, so you can sleep." Keegan rests a gentle hand on my shoulder and I instantly relax. How can one man's voice give me so much comfort?
    "I can drive myself home," I tell him.
    "I know you can, but let me do this for you, please. It's only a ten-minute drive, Aimee. I won't even speak. Sleeping three hours isn't enough. You need a bed and a pillow, not that I'm complaining about you sleeping on me. Well, except for the drool you left on my shirt." He points to an invisible spot on his shirt.
    "That won't happen again, Keegan. I wasn't lucid and you just saw it as another way to get to me."
    A flash of disappointment crosses his face. He may even think he's losing his touch. I mean, I've fallen all over him before, how can I possibly resist him now? The key is staying angry. The minute I'm no longer affected is when I'll be in real trouble, but I'm angrier than I have ever been. I want to hit or punch something so bad, preferably him.
    "That's not why I let you sleep on me. You think I'm this bad guy, and that every little thing I do is some underhanded trick. Aimee, you are fighting so hard to stay mad at me that you can't see why I'm really here."
    Wow, he has some nerve, telling me what I'm supposedly thinking.
    "Well, why are you really here, then? Since you know more than me." I practically spit the words.
    "You have every right to be angry and I know I screwed up. I should have done things differently from the get-go, but I'm here because you need me. I promised you I'd never leave you again, and I'm not going to break that promise, no matter how many tongue lashings you give me."
    "I don't need you, Keegan. All I need is for my dad to get well. Do you understand? He's my main focus." I let out a shaky breath.
    "I do get that, I really do, but you're being stubborn. You have always been stubborn, and it's going in one ear and out the other, so I'll say it again and again until it's hammered into that beautiful head of yours. I'm not leaving."
    God, he's so infuriating. He's doing damage by being here, forcing himself into the position of loving boyfriend.
    "I have to check in with the nurse and let them know to call me if anything changes. I'll let you take me home, but you will be up bright and early to bring me back here, or sooner if I need to."
    He's silent at my surrender. He's said his piece and he knows how I feel. The two of us fighting just outside my dad's room isn't helping anyone. Thankfully, he's a heavy sleeper, and he won't have heard any of this argument. I can take the stress, but not him and not now.
    When I return after speaking with the nurse I find Keegan standing with his arms crossed. He has a faraway look in his eyes, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. I don't have to wonder too long.
    "I was just thinking that we never had a fight when we were kids. Most people would find that odd, but with us it was just how we were. We always fit together."
    I don't say anything, just stare at him. Thinking back, he's right; we never fought. He also never broke my heart or lied to me, so there's that, but I avoid telling him what