“But you and Ian…”
“Will take care of itself,” he said, then tugged me in for a kiss. “We didn’t really talk about the fight.”
“He told me most of it.”
“I know.” My surprise must have shown, because he gave me a half-smile. “I talked to him last night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, the four of us had a long talk.”
I almost didn’t want to ask.
Jake caught one of my curls and rolled it around his finger. “He told us you broke up with him.”
Glancing down at his chest, I considered making an excuse to go take a shower. But we had another fifteen minutes before we needed to move, and I liked being tucked up against him. “Yeah,” I said, then pressed a kiss to the bruise on his pec. We hadn’t talked the night before. I’d meant it when I said we hadn’t needed the words.
Now, I wasn’t sure what the words should be.
“You all right?”
I glanced up at him and gave him a smile. “I will be. Right now, I’m more worried about you.”
“Nothing to worry about,” he murmured, then tapped my nose. “Promise.”
“Can you go to school today?”
“Well, they didn’t tell me I couldn’t. I talked to Mom again on my way here; she didn’t say anything about it. So, for now, I’ll assume yes.”
That had my stomach fluttering.
“Worst case scenario, even if I’m suspended, I’ll be back to pick you up after school and make sure you get home.”
“Coop has a car you know.”
“Don’t care,” he said, the undamaged corner tipping upward as he smiled. “If I can’t be with you in school, you can be damn sure I’m going to grab every other minute.”
A soft laugh escaped me. Try as I might, I couldn’t deny the possessiveness in his voice wrapped around me like a security blanket. Snuggling carefully, I pressed a kiss to his throat as he traced his fingers along my shoulder. “Here’s me hoping you can be there. Yesterday sucked.”
“Yeah,” he said. “It did. I missed you.”
I smiled. “I missed you, too.”
“Frankie?”
“Hmm.”
“You can talk to me about anything, okay?”
“Right back atcha.”
“Do you want me to talk to you about the points thing?” The directness in the question didn’t shy away from what Ian had told me.
“You mean, besides was that the reason you punched him?”
“Yes,” he answered. “To both. Yes, it was why I punched him. Yes, if you want to ask me anything. I won’t lie about it.”
Settling my chin on my arm folded across his chest, I stared up at him, and he met my gaze evenly. “I only have one question.”