Sabrina and Laney are clearly stifling laughter behind us as well.
“That’s true,” Sabrina forces out. “Jitter only licks the people he likes.”
“Are you okay?” I whisper to Jonas.
“Might need to sit the rest of today out,” he whispers back.
The back door bangs open. “I’m here,” Lucky says. “Where’s the ducking patient, you ack-jasses? Andwhy am I your personal medical professional? Next time, find someone else.”
“Hot date?” Sabrina asks him.
He flips her off, spots Bash, goes pink, and scowls harder at her.
“I’m okay,” Jonas says beneath the balloons. “I’m incognito.”
“Why’d you blow up this many balloons?” Lucky asks. “You don’t need this many balloons.”
“Social experiment,” Decker replies the same time Jack says, “We were testing him.”
“I’m okay,” Jonas repeats.
“Did I—” I start, but he interrupts me.
“It’s fine.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m gonna live.”
“Jonas—”
“It was an accident.”
“And I am so—”
“Worth it.”
I go still.
You’re worth it.
Idamaged his penis, put all of my weight on using his penis to stop my fall, and he doesn’t care.
“I like you, Emma,” he whispers behind the balloons.
Dammit dammitdammit.
My eyes are getting hot. So are my ears.
I don’t know who heard that.
Not that it’s a surprise to anyone.
He’s offered to give up acting for me—forus,for me and Bash.
But I’ve been telling myself it’s a sense of obligation. Of duty. Of guilt.
For Bash.
