"My stomach hurts," replied the blonde haired girl quietly.
"You'll live," said Josh reassuringly.
"Did that happen last night?" she questioned in a quiet voice staring into his eyes for a brief moment before lowering her gaze again, as though embarrassed.
"Yes. That's why I drove home." He leaned back on the couch, resting his weight on his bad leg, still clutching the blonde haired girl's hand in his palm. "How did you manage to escape her clutches? You really know how to piss people off," he commented, smiling sheepishly and rubbing his jaw with one of his hands while staring at her tenderly.
The blonde haired girl's smile faltered. The only response she got was another question, and she couldn't answer that either. Her heart rate started racing. She wanted to say so many things and
