His breath was hot against my ear, but he was trying too hard to distract me. “Our parents are in the next room!” I yelled. “They can probably hear you!” Dec winced. “I don’t think it’s me they’re hearing right now.” “The captain of the Hindenburg would think this was a disaster.” He chuckled to himself. “I’ll add hyperbolic to your list of character traits, shall I?” I couldn’t help but grin. “You’re defying the footballer stereotype again with your two dollar words.” Giving a little groan as he fully settled himself beside me, he rubbed his knee. “What are you doing?” “Sitting with you, dummy.” “Yeah, obviously, but what about your knee? You’re rubbing it.” “It’s a bit sore.” I didn’t even want to think about it. He would be going under the knife soon, and the thought of that scared the shit out of me. It wasn’t a life threatening operation by any means, but the doctors loved to scare you nowadays by convincing everyone you would possibly die on the table so your family couldn’t sue the hospital afterwards.
