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liding
into the passenger seat of James’ car, I stuffed my fists into my lap while he put my crutch and Kiki in the back seat. I couldn’t get his words out of my head, and I took a deep breath as he rounded the car to get into the driver’s seat. Our lunch had been quiet after I voiced my worries, and my gut churned dangerously around my burger and fries.
I’d stress eaten my entire meal, and now I felt sick at my own words.
“I’ll take you home.” Sharing his intent with me, James started his car and pulled smoothly out of the parking space. Nodding quietly, I reached to run my hand through my hair before opening my mouth.
“I’m really bad at this. I just- I don’t want to hurt you, James.” His hand wrapped around mine, and I closed my eyes to let my head fall back on the headr
