“You’re just cute when you’re nervous.” His glare deepens as he raises a subconscious hand, flattening his curls. I snort and he drops his hand again. “You wanna be in this hospital for real?” he jabs at me. “Because we can make that happen.” I laugh. This is helping, actually. It’s distracting me. “I’m up for a fun little case of foreign object removal,” I tease. “So long as you’re the foreign object.”
