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I shook my head at the two of them as I turned around. And even after only a couple of days, Clint looked worlds better than he had. His neck wasn’t braced. He didn’t have oxygen tubes running up his nose. He only had one I.V. as opposed to two. And his face seemed a lot less swollen. I walked over to the edge of his bed and sat down, taking his hand within mine. And as I brought it to my lips to kiss, I felt him bend over. Freely.

To kiss me on top of the head.

I smiled. “You look amazing.”

His lips lingered in my hair. “I feel amazing, now that you're here.”

“Do you want to get started on history first? Or math?”

“First, I want to hear all about school. I’m sure there’s been a circus act you’ve had to field.”

I snickered. “I mean, whatever you’re thinking is probably right. Roy and Marina have approached me a couple times, too.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ve had lots to say.”

I rose up, looking into his eyes. “I think Roy has kind of become the schoolyard bully now. He’s picking a great dea