I knew what my gut wanted. I knew what my heart wanted. But my brain just hadn’t come around to wanting it quite yet.
If not him, then who?My heart would say that to me whenever I rationalized why it wouldn’t work. And, much to my annoyance, my brain didn’t do a great job of coming up with a lot of answers.
“I agree,” I said.
I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. It was so damn tempting to kiss him on the lips, to show him how I really felt. But I didn’t want to seal myself in, even as I knew I was being stupid.
“Go back to sleep and get some rest,” I said. “You’re going to be sore for a bit, but you’ll get better.”
“I know, I’ve read WebMD.”
I laughed again. He sure did have a way of making me laugh quite frequently.
For now, though, I stood up, walked out of the hospital room, and past the rest of the Black Reapers. I had no idea if my heart or my mind would win out, but for right now, I just wanted space.
I just wanted to see what time told me.
