Untitled #1426

Untitled #1426 by sass

I looked past my computer when I noticed someone walking through the door of my office, a glance was enough to take Lila all in. I hadn't seen her since the fight in this same room and I'd lie if I said I had never thought about her. Part of me almost felt guilty for the way I had treated her, but on the other hand I knew that I had been right and it had been better that way. Only now, I realized how much I wanted her still. As I watched her more carefully I noticed a look on her face I had never seen before, she was pale, more than usual, and she was just standing there, not saying a word. "Lila." I broke the silence.

"Hi." She said in a barely audible voice, almost as if she was in a trance.
"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, not in the mood for fighting again.
"I....don't know." She said honestly, before looking back up at me while I started feeling...concerned. There was something wrong with her, I couldn't tell what it was but I was sure about it. "I have to tell you something." She said quickly.
Interest and apprehension crossed my face while I watched hers getting so pale she resembled a ghost, almost sick. "Are you alright?" I stood up but before I could realize what was happening she collapsed on the floor, my body not close enough to catch her and her head hitting the door in the process. Fuck. Fuck. I got on my knees, "Lila?" I tried, cupping her face, panic gripping me and leaving me out of breath, "Lila!!!" I repeated and shook her softly then I noticed the blood on her forehead, covered by her hair. I reached for my phone immediately to call the 911, then everything happened so fast and I was so out of myself that I barely paid attention to my surroundings, all my attention on Lila and how she didn't wake up. God she looked so pale it was scary.
Next thing I knew we were at the hospital, she was in a stetcher and no matter how they had told me that everything was okay, I wasn't going to stop worrying until she'd open her eyes.
"Miss Trenton!" The paramedic shouted her name, making me cringe. "Miss Trenton my name is Miles and I'm a paramedic, can you hear me?"
She finally got her eyes open and I let out the breath I had been holding for the past hour. "What happened?!" She looked around the room and saw me standing far enough away to give people room but still in her sight line. "Travis?"
"You passed out Lil...." I trailed off. "Hit your head on the door...I couldn't get to you in time." I explained, part of me mad because I hadn't been fast enough.
"Is the baby okay?" She asked the paramedic and I about fainted this time. The what?
"Ma'am are you pregnant?" The man asked as he checked her vitals. She just nodded and looked about to pass out again.
I looked at her wide eyed, hoping that this was a bad joke and that she was just confused as I waited for her answer. Her tired eyes glanced at mine before she broke eye contact in favor of looking at the man in front of her instead. "I...I don't know. I might be." She said in a barely audible whisper, her cheeks turning red while I felt blood draining from my face.
I could still remember perfectly the moment when I had asked her if she was on the pill, after what had happened in the past I was careful to the point it was almost an obsession. She had said yes. F.uck she had said yes, this couldn't be happening.
"Are you late?" The man's voice echoed in my head while I felt dizzy and closed my eyes, refusing to be there and not able to look at Lila. I needed a moment.
"I always am, but I took a test and it was positive...the line was really thin but..." Her words died in a whisper, her tone dripping fear and at that I couldn't keep myself closed in myself.
I got closer to her, guessing that I had to be responsible, I didn't want to be the a.sshole who ran, I never ran. She stared up at me with a sad look into her eyes that was like a punch in the stomach, but neither of us said a word. Instead, I brushed my fingers against her forehead before playing with her honey hair, wishing we weren't in this situation. A baby. She was a baby, I couldn't have a baby. "I take it as your fiance wasn't aware of that." The paramedic pointed out, making me realize how seconds felt like hours. "I'm going to get the results of your blood test and we'll find out for sure." He added before getting out of the room.
"Who's my fiancè?" Lila asked as they left us a moment alone, her eyes big and innocent. In any other moment I'd smile at that look, but now there was nothing to smile about.
"They didn't want to let me come inside with you and I didn't know how to reach your family..." I explained with a shrug, putting it in a nice way since it had taken me more than just that. I trailed my fingers where she had a patch now protecting the stitches on her temple, close to her hair, and she flinced. "Does it hurt?"
Her hand went to where mine was, a turmoil of feelings on her gorgeous face, "What happened?" She asked in a confused voice.
"You hit your head." I answered quietly as I bent over her to kiss her forehead, knowing that despite everything I'd be there for her because I respected her and I'd never leave her alone, no matter how we weren't that close ot how bad we had fought the last time we spoke. "You'll be fine."
"What if I'm really pregnant?" She asked in low whisper, her breathing getting faster and her face so pale she looked like a ghost. She was scared to death, it was obvious.
I inhaled deeply, trying not to show what my real emotions on the matter were, because they wouldn't help her. I kind of had been there already, it was an ugly past I didn't even want to think about, but at least now I know how to react, if there even was a right way. "We'll see Lila." I said against her skin before straighten myself up again, having a hard time not freaking out myself. I was 30 f.ucking years old, I needed to act like a man.
"I am, I know I am, I'm nausious all the time, I passed out for no reason, I can't..." Lila took a deep breath, getting all worked up. "I can't have a baby Travis." She said it with an edge so I knew exactly what she was meaning by her words. A part of me felt relieved, but then I pushed that feeling away too. There were still too many if's on our way.
"Settle down Lila, you're paler than usual, I don't want you to pass out again." I said instead, focusing on now instead of the future.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, looking really pained.
"What are you sorry for?"
She swallowed. "All those things I said to you. How I freaked out over a silly peice of paperwork....." She shook her head. "You were right about me, you were always right. I took us too personally, too seriously."
"....you're apologizing for the fight we had?" I asked blinking back at her since I hadn't seen that coming. I didn't even want her to apologize, mostly not now.
She nodded. "I said awful things to you. I don't even know where they came from. I don't think you're miserable or pathetic." She admitted, her eyes finding mine and holding them. "I think you're incredible." She swallowed and then forced a smirk. "Grumpy. But still amazing."
She watched as amusement filled my face and I pushed her hair out of her eyes. Now, incredible wasn't a word that fit me. "I'm not angry at you Lila, you don't have to apologize."
She shrugged. "I did have to. I don't want you to think that's how I see you...."
"Okay okay..." I scooted a chair next to her and sat down, squeezing her hand.
"What does a girl have to do to get some pain meds in here?" She asked, going back to sarcasm as a coping mechanism.
I winced. "I'm guessing they can't give you any if youre.." I trailed off and regretted it immediately when she looked as if she was about to throw up. I couldn't even bring myself to say it.
"Oh....right." She winced and I moved my thumb against her hand, lost in my thoughts but trying to get her away from her own too.
"Don't worry until we'll know, okay?" I said quietly, almost softly, my words coming out as a suggestion even though I meant them to be an order. If she was pregnant it wasn't good for her to worry and if she wasn't she didn't have any reason to worry, plus she had hit her head and needed to rest.
She bit down hard on her lip as she closed her eyes, "I'm trying Travis. It's hard." She breathed out before her whole face twisted in pain again, "My head hurts so bad."
I swallowed, hating to see her in pain because I was a decent human being after all and the view of someone suffering never left me indifferent. And this was Lila, not a stranger. "I'm going to find the doctor." I said eventually before kissiing her knuckles and getting up, but she held onto my hand with all her strenght, her eyes opening wide again.
"No please, stay here." She begged, fear flashing into those green eyes again.
"I'll be right back." I said patiently, treating her like a kid as I used my free hand to carress her cheek. She was burning too.
She parted her lips, but before she could say a word the man from before walked into the room again. "Miss Trenton-" He started and I cut him off.
"Her head hurts real bad, can't you give her something?" I asked abruptly, not liking losing time.
"I'll get your meds soon." He answered as he shot me a glance that was far from nice but I couldn't care less.
"But the baby..." Lila's fragile voice cut in and I closed my fingers tighter around her hand.
The doctor looked at her showing no emotions at all, "You're not pregnant." He announced and I couldn't help letting out the breath I'd been holding. Thank god. "You have a concussion and we need to keep you here tonight, it's just a precaution, normal routine. You'll be fine in a few week." She looked at him in horror, about to say something but a nurse called him, "Excuse me a moment."
"Nothing to worry about." I said to her, relief evident in my tone.
"I don't want to stay here." She said instead, kicking me off balance once again. What was the matter now? "I hate hospitals, I can't spend a night here...I just can't do it."
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and bent over her again instead to look into her eyes, "You heard the doctor right? It's nothing. I'll call your parents or your sister, and they'll come here and stay with you. You'll be fine Lila." I said softly, being as patient as I was with my niece who was three.
"No Trav, don't say anything to my family." She kept shaking her head and it was clear to me that she had lost her control completely.
I sighed, "What am I supposed to do? You don't want to stay here and you don't want me to call anyone...you can't just go back to your apartment Lil. What if you don't feel good and you're alone? Just no." I reasoned out loud, hoping she'd reason with me. I was delusional.
"Please Travis, please, just take me away from here." She repeated once again, but this time? She was on the verge of tears, they were pooling into her eyes already. I couldn't see her like this.
I ran my free hand through my hair, mentally kicking myself as I heard to words come out of my mouth. "Okay, I'll take you to my place."
Lila blinked, looking surprised at first then curious. "Okay."
A nurse came in and smiled at her, then she saw me and her cheeks flushed but I barely awknolodged her. "I'm just here to deliver some meds for your pain and your nausea. You have a concussion and apparently you have a little bit of a flu bug so you're going to have to take it easy for a week or so.
"I have the flu?" Lila asked, blinking back at the girl.
She nodded. "These should help."
"Can I take her home if I get medicine and instructions on how to take care of her?" I cut in the conversation, always thinking a step ahead
The nurse turned to me again and her whole demeanor changed, which was something I could use at my own advantage. "Well it looks like they wanted to keep her over night but if you think you'd be more comfortable I can check with the doctor."
I threw her a charming grin and nodded since I had no intention to get a no. I could be pretty convincing. "That would be wonderful thank you."
She left with a grin and Lila watched her with eyes narrowed. She looked like a puppy who was ready to bite. "I don't like that nurse." She growled.
I smirked at her face, "She wasn't so bad."
She wrinkled her nose but then relaxed. "Damn these are good drugs...." She trailed off, settling against her pillow.
"Yeah?" I was back at her side and grinning at her, the first real grin in all day.
"That nurse was slutty." She glared seriously. "Blushing around my fiance."
I laughed. "Yes how dare she." I reached out and went back to playing with her hair.
"Are you really going to take me to your house? I was beginning to think your house was a secret." She bit her lip, looking out of it.
"You're high." I commented, pushing back her soft hair ."But I'm glad you're okay."
"And not knocked up. I was about ready to sue my birth control."
I laughed again and I let out a deep breath, genuinely happy now that I got rid of that anxiety coming from the word pregnant. "Save your energy, you can be a smartass later when you'll feel better."
"Whatever you say Mr Cole." She said softly as she closed her eyes again and a small cute grin played on her pink lips. It downed on me how gorgeous she looked even like this, in a hospital bed and wearing hideous clothes.
"You better behave." I grinned back at her even though she couldn't see me, using that moment to take in her beautiful face. If she wasn't that beautiful everything would be easier, but she was an itch I couldn't scratch away and the fact that I was ready to take her to my place prove it. That didn't change much though, just that for once I cared.
"Mhm." She nodded her head, leaning into my touch when the nurse walked into the room again and shot me a look that was a little too heated to be uninterested.
She licked her lip, bit it, then she finally spoke. "The doctor said it's okay for her to leave but she needs to sign this, and here there are also the instructions for you." She explained, her gaze not once going to Lila as she handed me two sheets of paper.
"Okay." I said simply, tossing my head over my shoulder and grinning when I noticed Lila glaring at her. "Where can we leave?"
"As soon as she can sign this." She said back, pointing at the documents in my hand.
"I can now. Do you have a pen Trav?" Lila's voice came from behind me and when I turned around she was sitting, looking as if she was about to pass out any moment but too stubborn to lay down a second longer. I nodded as I handed it to her along with the paper, watching her with amusement. She was really something. "Okay I'm done." She said and nearly threw the piece of paper back to the nurse while I folded the other one in the inner pocket of my jacket after scanning it quickly.
"Are you sure you can stand up?" I asked quietly, ignoring the nurse completely as I stretched my hand toward Lila to offer her my help. When she nodded I pulled her in my direction to get her back on her feet, her body swaying in my arms so I pushed her hard against my chest. "Careful cutie."
"You're very strong." She grinned, turning back to the nurse. "Isn't my fiance so big and strong?"
I suppressed the urge to laugh as she nodded slowly. "Mhmmm." She turned back to Lil and shook her head as she gave her a few pill bottles. "Here's some more medicine. Hope you feel better." She sent me one last heat filled glance and Lila stuck her tongue out at me, acting like the six year old she sometimes was.
"You're acting jealous Lil." I pointed out in a low voice.
A chill shook her body and she looked up in my arms as she shook her head. "I'm not jealous but only because I'm way hotter than her."
I shook my head and held her close as we made our way out of the room then out of the hospital and I walked her to my car. "Oh goody, this car always gets me laid."
I set her in the passenger side before getting into the car and turning towards her as I forced myself not to think about her on top of me...too late. "Not today beautiful, you're on bed rest."
She grinned wider and bit her lip. "You're going to take me to bed?" She looked down, and blinked at the shirt and drawstring pants. "Where did I get these clothes?"
I glanced at her and grinned before turning my view back to the road. "I figured that the dress you wore to work wouldn't be all that comfortable, so I bought some things at the giftshop." I explained simply because it was that simple to me. Whenever there was a problem, I fixed it.
She looked up. "You're taking care of me." She pointed out. "Even though I was such a bitch to you."
I stopped the car and parked, looking over at her and pushing her hair away from her face. "I wasn't blameless either Lila." I admitted. She might have been a bitch but I had been an asshole.
She widened her eyes and leaned into me. "Travis is admitting he's wrong!!!" She whispered. "I think it's only beause of all the medicine and I won't remember it."
I laughed loudly and then pressed my lips softly against hers. "You're too cute for your own good Lil." I said breaking the kiss before getting out of the car and helping her into my house.
"Oh my god you have a Christmas tree!!!" She squealed in delight. Good god. "It's so pretty...."
"Don't get too excited kid, it might go to your head and you don't need that." I teased her even though I was half serious too. She needed rest, she wasn't taking a vacation at my home.
She furrowed her brows, concern showing on her face as her hand went to her injured forehead. "This isn't going to make me look ugly like Frankenstein right?" She asked seriously.
I laughed again, a sound that was familiar when I was around her. During the days after our fight I hadn't laughed at all. "I think it's impossible, you're too beautiful." I answered honestly and pressed a kiss on her forehead before pulling away.
She reached for my hand quickly, stopping me to go anywhere, "Are you going to give me a tour of your house?" She asked, biting down on her lip and looking like a kid on Christmas, which wasn't so far from reality.
I shook my head and led her upstairs instead, tensing a moment when I remembered that she wasn't aware that I owned one of her painting then relaxing when I realized that I hadn't hang it anywhere yet. "I'm taking you to bed."
"I wish that it sounded more promising." She sighed as she walked using my body as support and I raised one eyebrow at her. "I can't complain though."
"That's right." I said nonchalantly as we stepped inside my bedroom and I watched her look around it, her eyes scanning every surface before going back to my face. "Are you hungry?" I asked, knowing how to act when someone was sick, thanks to my mom.
She shook her head just like I expected and let out a slow breath, "I'm too tired for that, maybe later." She said quietly then pulled away from me, stripping from her clothes.
"What do you think you're doing?" I blinked at her, the view of her half naked body nearly giving me a heart attack because fuck she was so sexy. Less than two weeks without f.ucking her and I was craving her like a crazy man. It wasn't going to happen though, not when she was sick.
"I can't rest like this, these clothes aren't comfortable enough." She explained with a shrug before staring at me, clearly waiting for my reaction.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, "What would be?" I asked wondering how in h.ell I had ended in this situation. Also, it had been years since the last time I had taken a girl to my place. It was so weird.
"Just this is good." Lila smiled as she got down to her bra and panties and then hopped under my covers, sighing. "Damn your bed is better than mine."
"Should be for what I paid for it." I smirked, looking down at her while I took off my suit jacket and vest, loosining the collar on my shirt and then rolling up the sleeves.
"So why don't we ever make love here?" She asked seriously and I turned towards her with a different look on my face. Make what? We had sex, it was different, but I suspected she was just messing with me. Or at least I hoped so.
"I don't take girls home with me. I go to their place."
"Oh. Too bad, this is amazing." She moaned as she stretched in the sheets, looking like someone who was ready to sleep.
"No no, you can't fall asleep with a concussion Lil, rest but don't sleep."
She pouted. "Why not?"
I shrugged. "I'm not a doctor, I'm just doing what they told me." I glanced at my watch. "In about 20 minutes you'll have to take some more meds."
"I have to call work!"
"I already called your boss, everything's taken care of."
She sighed. "Why are you being so nice Travis? You don't want me anymore."
I considered her words and how I had never really said that I didn't want her anymore but I guessed that my actions had talked themselves. "Doesn't matter?" I asked quietly, looking at her. In my bed. It was surreal.
She kept motionless, her eyes boring into mine. "Why can't you just answer?" She asked back, her voice soft.
"I'm not heartless Lil." I started, wondering how I was supposed to give her an answer I didn't really know myself.
"I like how this is starting, come here." She said as she offered a cute small smile and patted the spot of the bed next to her.
I smirked, "I need to get changed first."
She let out a whistle then chuckled, rolling onto her side as she slid her hand under my pillow to support her head, "Let the show start!"
I laughed at that and took off my shirt, my shoes then my pants, reaching for a pair of sweats so wear before lifting the covers and sitting on the bed, her eyes not leaving me even for a second. I was having a hard time behaving. "You're freezing." I pointed out when my hand reached for her body and felt how cold her skin was.
"Way to ruin the moment." She rolled her eyes and snorted, showing her disappointment but I just ignored her. Instead I grabbed one of my old t-shirt and helped her wear it, laying down next to her next. "Now that you got me all covered you can go on."
"I don't remember where I was." I said with a straight face, letting her adjust her body against mine as she nuzzled my side.
"You were trying to convince me you're not heartless." She whispered softly, her hand moving to my side as her fingers traced my ribs.
I wrapped my arm around her as I stared at the ceiling, guessing that at this point all I could do was enjoy the good side of this. Like how she fit me in my arms, or how her body seemed to be on fire now, or how nice was having her in my bed. Those were off thoughts, ones I didn't even know I was able to have anymore. "Right." I paused, "I couldn't leave you unconscious on the floor of my office Lil, mostly because it was my fault. And at the hospital you looked terrified...I wanted to do something right for once."
Lila blinked and then she was leaning in and kissing me hard. She pressed her entire body against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck as she moved on top of me. "You do right things a lot." She replied as she pulled back. I wondered what she was talking about because usually? She said the opposite. It had to be the concussion.
I growled as my arms wrapped around her harder. "You should be resting."
She bit her lip and grinned. "Making out is very relaxing." I shook my head and she nuzzled her head into my neck. "You smell delicious....."
"You're still high." I laughed, and she grinned down at me.
"Maybe, but you know I think you're yummy even when I'm sober!" She reached down and bit my forearm, making me roll us over and look down at her, my face more than amused.
"Don't be bad Lila." I got out of bed. "I'm bringing you meds and food. Don't fall asleep."
"I'll be bad instead." She winked at me and I groaned.
"You had to have a fu.cking concussion." I said to myself as I walked out of the room.
"Trav?" Her voice echoed through the house as I walked downstairs, "What are you making me?"
I ignored her as I rolled my eyes, because I hated yelling and I didn't know the answer myself. I didn't have any broth and didn't have time to make it either, I had no idea of what she could feel like eating so I just filled the pot with water then set it on the stove, not even bothering to look into my fridge because I knew it was basically empty already. Next I grabbed a plate, a fork, a glass, wondering how I was supposed to bring everything upstairs since I didn't even have a tray. Sighing I opened the cupboard, adding a pinch of salt into the boiling water before pouring a cup of rice. White rice with butter and parmesan was what my mom used to make me eveytime I was sick if broth wasn't available and I guessed it'd be fine for Lila too.
"What are you making me?" Her voice caught me off guard as she appeared from behind me.
I groned as I noticed that she was not only standing, but she was barefoot too. God I was starting to think like a pussy. "Why did you get up?" I asked back, raising one eyebrow at me.
"I was bored." She shrugged and reached for the hoodie I had left on a chair the night before, slipped it on, then walked over me to wrap her arm around my waist and nuzzle my side. "And I was about to fall asleep. You said no sleeping." She peeked up at me with a fake innocent look on her face.
"I see what you're doing here." I grinned at her, snaking my arm around her shoulders as I used my free hand to stir the rice.
"But what are you doing instead?" She asked one last time, always too stubborn to give up. She was lucky I was holding myself in check since she was sick.
I turned my body toward her and pressed hers against me, tilting my head down as my hand cupped her face to angle like I wanted it. After boring my eyes into hers, I kiss hers, watching her lids close then closing mine myself as I got lost in the amazing sensation of kissing her. Her lips adapted against mine perfectly and just like all the other times I felt her relax in my hold, it was more than relaxing actually, it was as if she was giving all herself to me, it was an empowering feeling that I really liked. "Sit down beautiful." I said against her mouth as I broke the kiss.
"Okay." Lila nodded, "Are you still mad at me?"
I turned to look at her and shook my head, "I'm not mad at you."
She smiled, looking content with my answer. "What's your favorite color?"
I gave her an amused glance as I took some butter out of the fridge. She was weird. "Why?" I grinned at her and she pouted.
"You keep saying you don't know me. I want to know you Trav."
I considered to say something about how she was getting to know me already or how knowing my favorite color had nothing to do with really knowing me, but I didn't want to start arguing over nothing so I just turned away. "Red." I said simply.
"It fits you. Red." She smiled. "Though I like you best in blue."
I smirked. "You like me best in blue?" I asked, taking some parmesan out of the fridge and adding it to a bowl.
"Makes your eyes amazing." She sighed dreamily and I laughed, both at her words and the expression on her face.
"Is that all you wanted to know?" I smirked as I handed her a bowl and sat down next to her. "My favorite color?"
"Mmmm your eyes don't really need help though do they?" She asked tilting her head to the side and biting her lip.
I shook my head, "When you're feeling better I'm going to make that pretty little ass my favorite color for all the teasing you're doing." I growled and she grinned a naughty grin that let me know that she liked the idea a lot.
"Oh good." She smirked. "Being a bad girl has it's perks." She dug into the food while I shook my head.
"Damn tease."
She leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss before wincing. "My head hurts again." She admitted sitting back and holding it in her hands.
"Maybe your brain is too big for your small head." I said with a shrug, just to make this moment lighter, but all I got was a glare. "Fine kid, lets get you back to bed." I announced and reached for a bottle of water, handling it to her before filling a glass of wine for myself.
She watched me closely and looked lost for a moment. "What are you doing?" She asked, blinking her green eyes at me.
"I'm not trying to get you drunk don't worry, only water for kids." I smirked at the cute expression on her face before nodding at her food, "Are you done eating?"
She bit down on her lip as she nodded before wrinkling her nose. "I don't like when you call me kid."
"My house, my rules kid." I said on purpose, keeping my grin in place as I grabbed the bowl, a fork and my wine, "Lets go upstairs."
She rolled her eyes but stood up, wrapping her arms around the bottle of water and holding it against her chest, "What are we going to do?" She asked again, sounding a little anxious. It was weird, maybe it was the meds. Or it was just that she was a girl, and all the girls were weird.
"You need to rest Lil and I still need to eat." I sighed as I escorted her up the stairs and back to my bedroom. Thinking about how odd yet easy felt having her around I watched her with the corner of my eye as she slid back into my bed and adjusted her body against my pillows. "Comfortable?"
"Yes but there's room for you too." She smiled a small smile, patting the spot on the bed next to her. I shook my head as I filled the spot, leaning my back against the bed frame and holding the bowl close enough for me to eat while she literally stared at me like I was some kind of weird animal. "I can't believe you're eating my leftovers." She said finally.
"I see nothing bad in that." I shrugged nonchalantly, swallowing a bite of rice before taking a sip of wine. I needed a lot more than a glass after going through a day like this, first watching her pass out in my office, then the baby thing...that had been enough to give me a heart attack and make me lose ten years of my life.
"When can I sleep?"
I checked my watch before speaking. "About 5 hours."
She sighed, looking exhausted. "How will you entertain me?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows and grinning wickedly over at me.
"Not like that." I growled, hating myself a little because no matter if she wasn't in the best condition, the attraction between us was as strong as usual.
"Too bad." She sighed, looking lost in a thought. "Hey Trav?"
I glanced her way and shot her an exhasperated look, wondering what she wanted now. "Yes?"
"Thank you." She leaned over and pressed a kiss against my lips.
"I didn't-" I started but shekissed me again.
"Just shut up and take the thanks gorgeous."