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I shook my head. “Yes, I mean no. I mean, he’s going to be okay.” I tried to blink away the tears. “He doesn’t remember anything that happened.”
“That’s good. Sometimes the wrecks can keep us up at night. Sleepless nightmares that—Oh, oh shit. He doesn’t remember... Oh crap,” Mason murmured.
I worried my lip between my teeth. “He doesn’t remember us, I mean me, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t go through that again, Mason. I just can’t.” Tears burned my eyes.
“I’ll wring his neck.”
“Mason, it’s not his fault.”
He tilted his head. “Don’t you love him, Holt?” He looked confused. “Don’t you want him to remember what the two of you had together? Because honestly, I’ve never seen him happier.”
“I... I want him to remember on his own.” Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest?
“Pelletier, is that you out there? Get your ugly mug in here!” Watson exclaimed. “God, I hate hospitals. I can’t wait to get out of here.”
Mason nudged my shoulder. “Come back in there with me. Talk to him. He’s going to get worried, start asking questions I can’t answer. You’re his best friend,” he reminded me.
“Holt, honey!” The sound of Watson’s mother’s voice made me freeze, and when I turned around, she stood there with my father. “How is he?” she asked. “Oh, Mason, it’s so good to see you, sweetie.” She beamed.
Mason nudged me.
“Uh, he’s awake, but he doesn’t remember much,” I muttered, afraid to meet my father’s hard gaze. I could feel his eyes digging into me.
“That’s good. That crash was horrific. It’s better off that way,” Dad said.
Mason sighed. “With all due respect, I know you’re not exactly happy with Watson and Holt getting together...” My head spun around like The Exorcist. “What Holt meant was that Watson doesn’t remember them. He doesn’t remember anything after Jones hit Holt with his car. I’m sure that makes you both very happy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to say hello to my friend before I head home to my family.”
When I looked back at my parents, they both looked shocked before Mom wrapped me in a hug, and I burst into tears.
Chapter Eighteen
Watson
Whatever medication they were giving me was messing with my mind. I kept having these whacked out dreams about Holt. We were kissing. He was sucking my cock. We were cuddling in my bed. Hell, I even had one about us having sex, and yeah, sure, it was totally hot as fuck, but when I woke up, my dick was hard enough to cut stone. Plus, it was Holt. My stepbrother and best friend. It was kind of freaking me out.
“Hey.” I glanced over to where Rand Shepard sat. “You, uh, okay, man?”
