Cassandra’s POV
The moment we got close to where my parents’ car was parked, I tapped Brian’s shoulder, prompting him to put me down but he didn’t listen.
His hold on me was steady, but I wasn’t about to let him carry me like some damsel in distress—not in front of my parents.
“I can walk, you know,” I said, consistently tapping him again.
“You’re hurt. Stay put,” he replied, his voice firm.
I could feel my mom and dad’s eyes on us as they waited by the car, their curious expressions making my face heat up. “Brian, seriously,” I hissed. “Put me down. Now.”
He ignored me.
My mom cleared her throat when we finally reached the car. “Brian, dear, I think Cassandra’s capable of walking on her own,” she said with a polite but pointed smile.
“See? Even my mom agrees,” I said, shooting hi
