Carina POV
Mason and I drive home in silence. For me, it is an awkward silence because I am still gobsmacked about what transpired in the hospital room.
I lied when I said I bite my nails, but honestly, right now I wish I had fingernails to chew on.
As ridiculous as it sounds, a kiss on the forehead is a meaningful gesture. A forehead kiss is loving, kind and compassionate. A kiss reserved for a child, a loved one or a family member. You do not kiss someone on the forehead out of lust or habit. It has meaning, a purpose.
Now I sit beside the man I love, trying to figure out the meaning. I am paranoid and stupid, I know. I could barely feel it. And still, I am examining and dissecting a featherlight kiss.
Not to mention that he thinks I did this on purpose. That I am suicidal. As much
