Page 47 of Just a Little Crush
“I know, I’m so—“
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he says, dropping kisses around the base of my neck. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
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Bec
Renniehoversbythedoor in the physiotherapists office, with his arms folded and a face like thunder. I feel fine but he won’t let me go back to work until I’ve had this appointment, though he did agree to bring my laptop over, so I’ve been able to keep on top of shop admin while I’ve had my feet up.
He’s been in a shitty mood all morning, and I’ve no idea why. We spent last night doing what we’ve been doing most nights this past week, eating dinner and taking each other’s clothes off, but this morning it’s like a dark cloud has settled over him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this quiet.
The physio, a handsome young guy with Thor-like blond locks, cups my calf as he holds my foot and gently flexes my ankle in various directions. He’s seriously hot. If Rennie and I hadn’t spent last night ticking shower sex off my list, I’d probably have the energy to concoct a fantasy or two about this guy.
“Any pain there?”
“Nope.”
He flattens his palm against the sole of my foot. “Push against me as hard as you can.” I do as he says and give him a gentle shove.
“Oh come on now, you can do better than that. Try and push me over.” This time I really go for it and I’m surprisingly pleased when he stumbles backwards, shocking us both into a fit of laughter.
“Woah, easy there super girl. You’ve done a great job of resting while you recover, Rebecca.” Behind me, I hear Rennie puff like a fuming dragon. “I saw the photos from your admission and I can see the swelling has all gone, so I’m happy to give you the all clear. You should take it easy when you start running or exercising again, but I’ll send you some exercises that will help you strengthen the muscle.”
“Great.” I hop down from the bed and slip my shoes back on.
“Are you proud of me, Rennie? I did such a good job resting!” I say, poking him in the side as we get back to the car.
“You want me to drive you home?” That’s the most he’s said all day.
“Actually, there is somewhere else I’d like you to take me.”
“Sure,” he says. His voice is sullen, and I know he’s not going to like it. I take a deep breath.
“I want to drive up to Fenwick’s.”
He huffs out a sign and shakes his head. “Fuck no, I don’t ever want you up there again.”
“I need to go. I need to see where it happened.”
“Why?”
“I keep replaying it in my head. In my sleep, it comes back to me.”
“I have them too, you know?” he says quietly, staring out of the window. “Nightmares.”
“I thought you might.” Confusion paints his face when he turns back to face me. “Sometimes you talk in your sleep. Unless it’s some other Bec you’re dreaming of?”
That raises a small smile, and I take it as a win.
“You really want to go there?” he asks and I nod.
“I’ll have to drive there again some day. I don’t want to be freaking out every time I go.” Reaching across the centre console, I rest my hand on his thigh. He looks down at it and then across to me, still unconvinced. “I’d feel better if you were with me.”
“Fine,” he says, firing up the engine.I knew that would do the trick.
Rennie stays silent the entire drive. Once he parks up in a safe spot, he whacks on his hazard lights before walking around to help me get out. I may not be injured any more, but I know better than to rob the man of his gentlemanly duties.
“We should really have high-vis jackets for this,” he says gruffly.
