"Because I should be the only one who looks at you like that," he murmured, his voice dropping low as he steps closer.
Miles Carter is notorious around town for being a player. Miles and his best friend, Finn, have always been well-known for their w...
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I look up to Miles, to see him smiling down at me.
"I love you," he mouths and I feel my stomach squirm.
"I love you," I silently say back.
Miles places his arm around my shoulder and as we all head to our cars, I smile at my friends.
Despite the night having taken a bad turn, we're all together and honestly, that's the best I can hope for.
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I don't know what is funnier, the fact that I had to physically wheel Finn out of the hospital in a wheelchair, or the fact that he fell over when he stood up. I am also questioning whether I am a terrible person for laughing before helping him.
"Stupid dumb leg, who needs it anyway?" Finn growls under his breath as I help him up the porch steps.
"They're pretty important," I reply with an eye roll, bearing more of his weight than I am probably capable of.
My knees buckle and I quickly catch him before he falls. He shoots a scowl in my direction and I grimace, dragging him through the doorway.
When we get inside, I guide him straight to the lounge room. Considering both our rooms are upstairs, he is now going to be sleeping in the lounge room. Mum spent the morning of turning the room into a good set up for Finn, so that he has everything he may need or want. She has also set up a table beside the bed.
"Look at you, getting the royal treatment," I tease as I gently lower him into the bed.
"I guess one good thing about this is I get to finish all the Netflix shows I've been watching," he grunts.
"If you get ahead in anything I'm watching and spoil it for me, I'll stab you in the neck with a fork. And you won't be able to run away," I warn him with narrowed eyes.
"Wow," he replies with a quirked eyebrow. "That was very dramatic."
I shrug.
He is breathless as he lays down. I adjust his pillows so that he is more comfortable.
"I am going to break Eli's neck," he says through gritted teeth as he glares down at his cast-clad leg. "Fuck Anger Management."
I exhale deeply though my nose and decide not to comment. Finn is in a sour mood for the rest of the afternoon so we all let him be. I know that he will cheer up once he's left alone and wallows in self-pity for long enough. I try to remain as calm and patient as possible, knowing that he is frustrated.
