Page 73 of Not That Into You

“No, it’s just that one of my contacts either fell out or slid to the back of my eye.”

I recoil. “What?”

“It happens.”

That does not sound good. “A doctor should definitely check your eyes, then.”

She snorts. “No. It’s either lost in the ocean or will work its way out.”

“Like a splinter? I really think you should see a doctor.”

“I’m fine.”

“We don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“Head injuries are serious.”

“Hey.” She reaches up and rests a hand on my cheek. “I’m fine.”

I search her eyes, but they seem clear and focused. Her color is good, and she seems coherent.

I take a deep breath, finally letting it sink in that she’s okay. Dropping my forehead to hers, I close my eyes. “You scared me, Matthews.”

“I know.” She strokes the side of my face. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you to ride that last wave.”

“Don’t be an idiot. That was my best ride.”

I lift my head and gaze at her face, taking in every detail as my thumb smooths her cheek. “You got hurt.”

And it could’ve been worse. My heart stutters and panic rises as I imagine her broken body washing up on shore.

I take a deep breath and refocus. She’s okay. She’s right here, and she’s okay.

“But did you see me?” She grins. “I was surfing.”

Her smile loosens the knot in my chest, spreading warmth to the rest of my body until I can’t help but smile in return.

I press my lips to her forehead and smooth back her hair. “I saw you. And I’m so proud of you.”

As she sits up slowly, I place a hand on her back to support her. “Take it easy.”

Throwing me a put-upon look, she grumbles, “I’m fine,” which makes me smile. She reminds me of a hedgehog, prickly and independent, with a soft underbelly she rarely exposes.

“You steady enough to head inside?”

“Yeah. I could use some ibuprofen.” She glances over at me. “And you owe me a latte.”

Chapter 20

Monica

“You’re quiet this morning.” Cameron glances at me. “How’s your head?”

I gaze out the passenger side window of the Jeep, barely registering the passing scenery. “It’s fine.”

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