Page 47 of The Flirty Forward

“No, go as soon as you need to.” He rolls his neck a little, and I watch as he grimaces again.

“Are you okay? You keep having a look of pain on your face.”

“You noticed that?” he asks in surprise.

“Did you get hurt in the game last night?”

“I’m fine. I’ve just had a headache off and on today.”

“Is it off or on right now?” I ask.

He glances over at me. “It’s on,” he says with a smile that looks more like a grimace.

“Did you take anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”

I stare at him. “You’re in pain, and you have a headache. But you don’t want to take anything? You would just rather suffer in pain?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” he mutters.

I dig around in my purse and find a bottle of pain reliever. I pour two into my hand and grab a small water bottle out of my purse and hand it to him. He looks at my purse and then at me. “What else do you have in that bag?”

“Take your medicine.” He grins and swallows them down. “Do you need me to drive?” I ask him.

“No, I’m good.”

We drive back to my parents’ house. After he puts the car in park, he turns to me. “Are you sure you want to go back in there?”

I smirk. “It’s my parents’ house.”

“Yeah...”

“Sebastian Hart, are you scared of my parents?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Terrified actually.”

I laugh. “You don’t have to come in; you can just head back.”

“When are you making the trip back?” he asks.

“I was going to wait until the weekend, but I don’t think I can make it that long. Are you leaving now? Maybe I’ll just follow you.”

He glances at the clock. “Yeah, I’d better so I’m not late.”

“I still can’t believe you drove all the way down here this morning; you’re crazy.”

“Never said I wasn’t. I’ll come say goodbye to your parents.” I notice his frown as he walks toward the door.

“That headache’s really getting you, isn’t it?” I ask with concern.

“Nah, I’m fine.”

We head inside, and I make quick work of packing my bag. I pop my head inside my parents’ dual office. “I’m going to head back.”

My mother lifts her head. “So soon?”

“Yeah. I need to get back.” I don’t say any more than that; I’m hoping I have a job to go back to.

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