“Hey there, beau—oh!”I threw myself into his arms, unable to contain my laughter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close as his body cloaked itself around mine. His arms hugged my back. He pulled me into the house, kicking the front door closed with his foot. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling how much stronger he already was.“You’re upright.”Clint chuckled. “And you’re here.”I giggled. “I am. Thank you for inviting me.”“Are we going to stay like this until we get to the kitchen?”“Depends. Do we have to go to the kitchen right now?”He snickered. “Nope. Not yet.”I drew in his scent, clinging to him as he held me tighter. His strength shocked me. Especially after such a terrible accident. I kissed his neck. His shoulder. His jawline. I nuzzled my nose against his as I slowly pulled away from him. His hand cupped the back of my head as his emerald eyes danced between mine.And as he fisted my hair softly, I pressed my lips against his.“Mmm, hello
“I promise, I’m okay.”I sniffled. “My God, I’m so glad you are.”“Come here. I’ve got you, Rae.”I curled into him as much as he’d let me. And as I cried silent tears against his chest, I drifted off to sleep. With his fingers stroking through my hair and his lips peppering me with kisses, I gave in to him. I gave in to his warmth. His comfort. His strength. The beating of his heart lulled me to sleep. And the beating of his heart was the first thing I heard the next morning.Before I slipped away from his grasp to go get us some coffee.20ClintonI groaned as I opened my eyes. A heavy weight felt like it was propped against me, keeping me rooted to the mattress. I reached out for Rae, expecting her to be there. Knowing damn good and well that was what I felt.Instead, however, I felt the weight of the emptiness of the bed next to me.“Fuck.”I sighed, lying there on my back as I stared up at the ceiling. I wished I’d woken up sooner to say goodbye to Rae. I sighed as I lay there, m
“You mean a lot to me. You know that, right?”She nodded. “And you know you mean a lot to me, too. Right?”I nodded. “I do.”“So then we mean a lot to each other.”“We do, yes.”She smiled softly. “Well, then…? Good.”But for some reason, that statement didn’t seem good enough. Not for everything Rae had given me. Not for everything she’d done for me. Not for everything she’d filled within me.One day, I’ll show you. I’ll write it down and shout it from the rooftops.“Just like you deserve.”Rae furrowed her brow. “What was that?”I paused. “What?”“You murmured something. But I didn’t understand you.”“Oh. I didn’t realize I’d said anything.”“Are you feeling okay?”She pressed her hand against my forehead, making me snicker. “I feel fine, Rae.”“You’d tell me if you didn’t feel okay, right?”I brought her hand to my lips to kiss. “I would.”“Promise?”“Promise, promise.”And as I placed a kiss to the palm of her hand, I felt her snuggle against me.A place that almost seemed to be c
“Fuck them. They got an issue with it, they can take it up with me.”“Oh, my hero.”I giggled and shook my head as Clint finally got himself out of the car. I wrapped my arm around his waist, feeling him inch his arm around my neck. I liked having him there. Wrapped around me. Claiming me in front of the entire school. However, I also felt him leaning against me a bit too much.Which meant he was already tired from the moving he had to do.“Come on, Brick. Let’s get you to homeroom.”He chuckled. “I don’t know if I’ll get used to that kind of a nickname.”I shrugged. “Kinda suits you, though. With how big you are.”“You calling me fat, sweet cheeks?”I grinned. “Maybe just a little.”“That’s what happens when you’re bedridden, I guess.”“Don’t worry, I’ll whip you right back into shape.”He growled softly. “That a promise, beautiful?”And as I gazed up intohis eyes, the world faded away for a split second.“That’s a definite promise, handsome.”22ClintonAll morning, I’d been appreh
I smiled, leaning toward her to give her a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, thankful that my two best friends were finally opening up to Clint being around. I mean, I knew he’d been an ass. But I saw a change in him. A softer demeanor. A desire to do better for himself. It warmed my heart that I had Allison’s support. It warmed my heart that she was willing to reach out and help Clint in such a manner.I kissed her cheek. “I really appreciate it.”She rubbed my back. “Don’t worry. Michael and I got this. We’re here to help. Okay?”“Okay. Yeah.”The bell tolled, signaling our first transition to class. Allison and I set off for our first period. Biology. Science, first thing in the fucking morning. Like, really? Who the hell made that schedule? Who in the world decided that biology at eight-thirty in the morning was a wonderful idea for anyone?Then I felt Allison tapping me on the shoulder.“Don’t look now, but look at our two guys.”She pointed, and my heart warmed at the sight. I
Aly sighed a soft sigh before sitting back down in her seat. I slowly turned my attention back to her, feeling a shocked smile cross my lips. She flipped her books open as our teacher finally made her presence known ten minutes after class was supposed to start. Aly leaned over, flipping open my own book to the page we needed to be on.Then she looked up at me.“What?”I shook my head. “Thank you, Aly.”She shrugged. “We’re all tired of their stuff.”“Oh, now you say ‘stuff.’”She smiled at me, and it caused me to chuckle. We muffled our laughter as the teacher started her lecture, rushing us through our homework so we could get to ‘the good stuff,’ as she called it. And while I loved my English class—mostly—this book we were reading could go kick rocks. It was the first book in all of high school I’d been forced to read that I didn’t enjoy one damn bit.Catch-22 could suck my—“I really don’t like this book.”Aly’s murmur caught my ear and it made me grin.“Me, neither. Don’t worry.”
The therapist chuckled. “All right. Well, go ahead and stand up for me. I’m going to run you through a series of tests.”“You mean, more torture.”He grinned. “If you need a breather—”I held up my hand. “No, no. I got it. Just… let me finish my water.”I’d be damned if I’d let this fucking accident get the best of me. I’d been going at this physical therapy hard. Harder than ever before. I did all these exercises when I wasn’t in my therapy classes. Two, sometimes three times a fucking day. I refused to let it beat me. I refused to be crippled for the rest of my life. I refused to never feel the rumbling of a bike between my legs again. Or feel the wind wrapping around my body as I cruised down the highway.I mean, Dad and Cecilia weren’t on board for something like that yet. But I was trying.“All right, Doc. Hit me with it.”My therapist laughed. “Hold your arms out. I’m going to press down on them, and you fight back.”I grinned. “You mean I can punch you in the face?”“Not that k
“Clint! Holy shit!”I bucked against him, freeing myself enough to wrap myself around his body. I hugged him close, burying my face into the crook of his neck. And as he held me tightly, our laughter filled the room. Tears of happiness rushed my eyes. Finally, this damn nightmare was over. Clint had been healed. He’d recuperated. And it seemed as if things were finally swaying back in our favor.I kissed his neck. “I’m so happy for you.”“Mm, keep doing that and I’ll show you just how happy you make me.”I kissed his skin again. “That a promise?”Softly, deftly, I planted kisses against his skin. He pulled me away from the wall, carrying me into the living room as he made his way for the couch. I kissed up his pulse point, nibbling against his earlobe as I let my hands wander underneath the collar of his shirt, feeling his muscles rolling underneath that taut skin of his. He held me closely, his hands cupping my thighs tightly. He was back. My Clint. The old Clint. The strong, dextero