Page 84 of Saved By A God
“Let’s take the IV out,” Dr. Milazzo says.
I sit on the bed again, hating how quickly I burned through my energy.
We all watch as he removes the needle before pressing a small square of gauze over the spot and taping it to the back of my hand.
Locking eyes with me, Dr. Milazzo orders, “Don’t do too much too soon.”
“Yes, Doc.”
I glance at the doorway when I hear footsteps, and when my grandparents come in, a smile splits over my face.
“Oh my God,” Grandma gasps. “You’re up!” She hurries toward me and engulfs me in a tight hug, then Grandpa joins, and I’m fussed over for a good ten minutes, which is food for my soul.
Jesus, it’s good to be back with my loved ones.
Chapter 22
Rosie
Enzo hovers around me, helping me into the passenger seat of his Mustang, then he leans in, and I have to press back to avoid our faces touching.
His knuckles brush my ribs as he pulls the seat belt across me, and my eyes latch onto his hands before I can stop myself.
I wish I could erase the pain he must’ve felt.
I want to touch his hand… and take it between mine… and press my lips to every inch… Stop.
That’s never happening.
I curl my fingers into the sleeves of my sweater instead of reaching for him.
“Rosie,” he says, pulling me out of my thoughts
Realizing I’ve been staring, I quickly mumble, “Sorry.
His jaw tightens. “Don’t apologize.”
Why does everything feel weird between us?
It’s like we’re no longer on the same page.
Whatever that page was.
The broodiness is gone, and he doesn’t boss me around at all but treats me like I’m made of glass.
Ugh. I forgot.
I declared my undying love to him before I blew up the fortress, and again in the farewell message I made.
Shit.
As the thought pops into my head, I cringe internally.
Wait, it’s not like I hid my feelings from him to begin with. He always knew about the crush.
So, if it’s not that, then what's different?
“You’re being weird,” I mutter as he pulls back.
