“What the hell were you thinking?” He pokes at the scrape on his arm, completely unaware of how he is depriving me of oxygen. My exhale sounds strained. “I’m not sure I was.” “Where did you even learn to do that?” He stares at me in utter shock, completely unaware of the way his body presses mine deeper into the ground. “Willow signed us up for self-defense classes when we first moved out to Los Angeles.” I tap his arm. “Now, if you don’t mind, could you get up? I think my left lung has collapsed.”
