Page 59 of Enemy Crush
“Ah, you don’t have to come with me,” I mumbled, “I’m fine.”
“Hey?” he said in way that stopped me in my tracks. “Is there a reason you don’t like me?”
I felt my cheeks immediately heat up. “Uh, um, actually...I do like you.” Miller’s eyes clouded with confusion so I spelled it out. “It’s just that you’re the enemy.”
“I’mthe enemy?” He rested his hand on his chest in a gesture of mock outrage.
“Yeah.”
“How am I the enemy?”
I shrugged, eyes wandering everywhere but his face. “Mom said.”
Miller huffed out a laugh. “Oh that’s funny.”
“How’s that funny?” I snapped back indignantly.
“Because Dad said the same thing.”
Our eyes connected and locked, his gaze soft and glinting with amusement. And in an instant, I was overwhelmed, sort of like fireworks exploding in my chest, not a spark or a tingle but a full on display of light and color and intensity. Vivid and brilliant like we were the stars of the show, on center stage but with eyes only for each other. My heart fluttered, my chest heaved and we existed in our own little cocoon.
Dizzy, light-headed, seeing only Miller looking at me with eyes full of adoration. Actually, two Millers, equally adoring.
I swayed.
I released my grip on Floyd.
And found myself falling....
There was a flurry of commotion and concerned words all blurred by the feeling of strong arms around me, the softness of a flannel shirt and a steadying hand on the back of my neck.
“Hey, hey, I got you, I got you.” I recognized Miller’s voice, gently coaxing me back from my blackout, words caressing my cheek, my collapsed knees finding strength, yet my brain refusing to co-operate, happy to be held up by Miller’s embrace.
Or until I heard a lady ask, “Do you want me to call an ambulance?”
Stirring myself into action, I reluctantly lifted my head off of Miller’s chest. “I think I’m okay,” I said. “Did I faint?”
“I think so,” Miller said softly. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” I said, his arms still firmly wrapped around me, my view his gorgeous, if somewhat pale, face.
“Perhaps you should sit down, dear,” the lady said, “and do you have any water? Do you want me to get you some?”
“It’s fine, but thank you,” Miller said, taking control, probably relieved I hadn’t died on him. “I’ll make sure she gets some. And something to eat. I don’t think she’s eaten this morning.”
“Oh yes, that’ll do it,” the lady said, “maybe her blood sugars are low.”
“I’m okay, really,” I proclaimed, though I made no attempt to stand on my own two legs.
“Are you sure?” he asked, transferring me to his side, but not relinquishing his support.
“Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t have time to eat anything this morning.”
“Okay, we need to fix that,” he said, “but I’m taking you back to the truck first. You need to sit down.”
“Okay,“ I whispered, a wave of wooziness hitting me again, causing me to clutch Miller a little tighter. ”But I promise, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be the judge of that,” Miller said and for some ridiculous reason, I liked that he was holding me and taking charge.
