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broken breath. “You’re going to be okay,” I tell him.
His eyes are still closed. He tries to nod.
“Why didn’t you tell me you two were together?” Kenji
asks unexpectedly. His voice is even, neutral.
“What?” Now is not the time to be blushing.
Kenji sighs. I catch a glimpse of his eyes in the rearview
mirror. The swelling is almost completely gone. His face is
healing. “I’d have to be blind to miss something like that. I
mean, hell, just the way he looks at you. It’s like the guy has
never seen a woman in his life. Like putting food in front of a
starving man and telling him he can’t eat it.”
Adam’s eyes fly open. I try to read him but he won’t look
at me.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Kenji says again.
“I never had a chance to ask,” Adam answers. His voice is
less than a whisper. His energy levels are dropping too fast.
I don’t want him to have to talk. He needs to conserve his
strength.
“Wait—are you talking to me or her?” Kenji glances back at
us.
“We can discuss this later—,” I try to say, but Adam shakes
his head.
“I told James without asking you. I made . . . an
assumption.” He stops. “I shouldn’t have. You should have a
choice. You should always have a choice. And it’s your
choice if you want to be with me.”
“Hey, so, I’m just going to pretend like I can’t hear you
guys anymore, okay?” Kenji makes a random motion with
his hand. “Go ahead and have your moment.”
But I’m too busy studying Adam’s eyes, his soft soft lips.
His furrowed brow.
I lean into his ear, lower my voice. Whisper the words so
only he can hear me.
“You’re going to get better,” I promise him. “And when you
do, I’m going to show you exactly what choice I’ve made.