He leaned back against the wall, watching me. "You're jumpy." He smirked. "You're usually fearless when it comes to roasting me. What changed?"
My arms folded before I even thought about it. "Maybe I was fearless before you decided to kiss me and say… all that stuff."
His smirk faltered. He moved closer, the mattress dipping when he sat. "If I ever said something that hurt you, June… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
I let out a breath. "That's not what I was talking about."
He studied me for a second, like he was trying to figure out what I wasn't saying. Then his face shifted, this small, tired smile that made my heart melt. "Thanks for coming," he said quietly. "I really… I really needed this."
And then, he leaned over and let his head drop onto my lap.
Like. His whole head. On my lap.
I froze.
My hands started hovering awkwardly like….what's the etiquette here?
