“Are you really not going to the infirmary?” I asked him one last time as he leaned his head on my shoulder.
My heart was already pounding so hard and loudly against my chest with his gesture but I couldn’t push him away. He’s hurt. Maybe he just needs to rest.
“Do you know how to drive?” he whispered. “I want to go home but my side is aching.”
I narrowed my eyes as I turned to him. “What do you mean?” I asked.
He lifted his head and leaned his chin on my shoulder too closely that I could feel his breath fanning on my neck. Damn it. Can he stay away for a while? I almost could feel my heart leaping out of my chest because of his close proximity.
“I want to go home. And I can’t drive,” he replied. “Do you know how to drive?”
My eyes then widened with my mouth opening ajar in sho
