Page 5 of Pretend You Love Me
“You’re being quite rude.”
He wipes his eyes. “Told you I was no knight in shining armor.”
“Clearly.”
He’s wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.”
“You’re welcome, I guess,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Are you ever taking me to this doctor, or should I walk?”
“Don’t want to walk on this road unless you want to be eaten by a moose,” he says.
“Moose don’t eat people.”
“You sure, Ginger?” he asks, arching his brow.
“Ginger?” I say, furrowing my brow.
He reaches his hand toward me, and I stop breathing. His hand grabs a piece of my hair and tosses it.
“You’re a ginger,” he says. Oh right,Emma Stone. I’m a redhead now.
I smile tightly.
“Well, I’d appreciate it if you take me to this doctor,” I say.
“And not murder you.”
“And not murder me,” I repeat, my face flushing.
“Only because you prayed; otherwise, you were a goner,” he chuckles.
I roll my eyes.
“You know, you really shouldn’t get into cars with strangers,” he says, as he pulls the car onto the road.
“Thanks for the advice. I’ll remember that next time.”
We drive in silence. I guess I was in shock earlier because my head is really pounding now, my entire body is sore, and the cut aches. I think I messed up my wrist too. Grumpy McGrumpFace looks over at me and flinches.
“Shit.” He steers the car to the side of the road and throws the car into park. He unbuckles his seat belt, and I stop breathing again. Why can’t I seem to breathe around this guy? I can’t figure out what he’s doing and then I’m even more confused because he whips his shirt over his head and hands it to me.
What. The. Hell.I’m too stunned to move.
“Take it,” he growls.
I don’t budge.
“For fuck’s sake,” he says as he presses the shirt to my head. “Hold that in place.”
He grabs my hand and brings it to my head.
“Can you handle that, Ginger?”
I continue to stare, wide eyed.
“We need to stop the bleeding,” he says.
I just blink a few times and hold his shirt into place. He buckles his seatbelt again over hisnaked upper body.
