I shuffle up to a seated position and take the plastic cup from her.
“The surgeon is feeling good about your leg.” Raven nods at my cast. “PT should get you up and walking again in no time.”
“That’s great.”
“It could’ve been so much worse. You were driving really fast…”
“I know. I fucked up.”
Lewis had cut me to the core, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I could have killed myself—or worse still, somebody else. That wasfuckingirresponsible. How could I lose my shit that badly? This whole situation ended up going way too far, and I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. That wasn’t love. That isn’t what it means to love—pushing yourself to the brink of self-destruction like that.
“We’ll be right back. We’re just gonna go grab some food.”
Charlotte shoots Raven a meaningful look, and my sister nods eagerly, before leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead. I do my usual scowl, but deep down, my body is desperate to be held.Shit must be really bad if I’m craving hugs, now.
As they step through the door, voices echo down the corridor.
“All clear,” I hear Raven say.
Who’s she talking to?
“Notyou, dude,” she snarls. “You should go get your nose checked out instead of hanging around—or hit the road, like I keep saying.”
I narrow my eyes, craning for a glimpse of the action. She’s talking to Esteban, I realize.His nose?What happened to his nose?
The door squeals on its hinges and I brace myself, expecting Esteban to burst into the room despite my sister’s orders. I look up. It’s Lewis. As he takes a nervous step toward me, my heart flutters in my chest, and I hate how my body betrays me every single time. There’s a serious look in his eyes as he takes me in, his gaze drifting from my head down to my toes, and he lets out a sigh, like he’s been holding his breath for days on end.
“Amy…”
I hate how intensely he says my name.
Stop.
The crash may have broken a few of my bones, but I haven’t forgotten all the feelings I have for him—ones he doesn’t share. I haven’t forgotten how he screwed me over, either.
I close my eyes for a moment before looking back at him.
“Do I know you?”
I had a concussion, after all…
“I’m the guy you’re madly in love with, remember?”
“Go fuck yourself!” I snap.
He definitely knows you remember.
“Seems like your memory works just fine.”
“Trust me—I wish it didn’t.”
The light shifts in his eyes. “I can’t help it if I’m so totally unforgettable.”
“You…”
I don’t even know what to say to that.
Why is he here?
