Trapped: the Truth (Book 2)

Chapter 10

A few hours passed since Nate told me how he feels about me. My brain takes me back to when we were kids. We used to play in his tree house for days. He used to make me laugh until my cheeks hurt. It was always just the two of us against the world. Then Steph joined us and I always thought he would end up with her one day.

Chris's hand on mine brings me back to the present. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I look at him in surprise. "You're awake." My voice cracks a little.

"Yes, I am." He gives me his best smile and then he winces in pain I assume.

I worry. "How do you feel? Should I call a nurse?"

He shakes his head a little. "Not yet."

I cover his hand with my other one. "There are Steph, Luke, Nate and your dad outside, but they cannot come in all at once."

"Don't tell them this, but you're the most important person to me."

I cannot hold back the tears at his sweet statement. I care for Nate but I love Chris so much. I want to tell Chris what Nate told me but he is not in the best position for me to spill something like this. I have to wait until he leaves the hospital.

The doctors and nurses keep Chris for almost a week. I go to see him every day and we spend hours talking or caressing each other, unless he has to rest.

Before Chris is discharged from hospital, I warned Nate that I am going to tell Chris what he told me when he leaves the hospital and that their friendship might be tainted. I also tell him that I love Chris and I will not leave Chris for him. Nate accepted this fact but I could see the hurt in his eyes.

Now I am lying in Chris's bed next to him. I raise my head to rest on my hand. "There's something I need to tell you."

Chris raises his brow. "What is it?"

"When you were in hospital Nate told me he has feelings for me and he has had these feelings for a while but he never had the courage to tell me."

"How do you feel?" His expression is unreadable.

I have to be completely honest with him. "I care about Nate, a lot, but I love you."

He blesses me with a wicked grin. "You do?"

I swat him on the shoulder playfully. "You know I do."

His expression turns serious. "I love you."

I lean forward and kiss him. He wraps his arm around me but quickly pulls it away and cries out in pain. I move back quickly. "Are you okay?" I ask worried.

"I will be."

"You need to rest now. I'll come back tomorrow." I stand to leave.

He stops me before I even make one step toward the door. "Can you sleep here tonight? You can borrow one of my shirts."

I never slept over at his house. He never slept at my house either. We fooled around in his car but we never did a home run. Me sleeping over surely does not mean we have to do anything more than cuddling or kissing. He is still badly injured after all. And I will not jeopardize his recovery process.

As if he read my mind, he says, "We cannot do anything more than sleep. I'm still recovering, remember?"

I laugh at how good he can read me. I call Luke to cover for me. I am not sure how Aunt Julie will react to this. I never slept at a boy's house before.

"Besides, I do not have condoms anyway."

My eyes widen.

"You're cute when you blush." He winks making my face feel even hotter. "You can grab a shirt from the top drawer." He point at his only chest of drawers.

I quickly grab a random shirt - I am not surprised that all his shirts are black or navy blue - and head into the bathroom to change. When I look at myself in the mirror I read the statement on Chris's shirt backwards. It says, "I am currently unsupervised. I know, it freaks me out too. But the possibilities are endless." Of course this is the shirt I pick to make things worse, but I have no intention of changing it anyway.

When I exit the bathroom, I wait for him to throw some annoying remark about my shirt, and he does. "You chose that shirt to mess with my head, didn't you?" He chuckles.

I cross my arms and shake my head.

"It suits you though." He winks.

I wish I could hit him with a pillow but I do not want to hurt him.