You're laying down in the back of Adam, your enemy's car.

Your head on his thigh, his friend is driving as the music plays lowly.

You stare up at Adam, his hands running through your hair.

"This is weird, right?" You ask softly.

He tilts his head down to you. "Absolutely." He says, not moving his hand.

Your migraine nearly makes you sick. "You know you don't have to do this." You mutter.

His fingers massage your temples, making you sigh.

"I want to." He says.

"Now close your eyes and sleep."