Your lying down in the back on your enemies car your head on his thigh as his friend is driving and music playing low. You stare up at James his hand running through your hair.

“This is weird right?” You ask softly

His head tilts down to you. “Absolutely.” He says not moving his hand.

Your migraine nearly makes you sick “You don’t have to.”

His fingers massage your temples making you sigh. “I want to.” He says “Now close your eyes and try to sleep.”