"We're almost there," I tell him as he hops to his bed. He grips onto my arm before flopping onto his bed. He lies flat on his back and sighs in relief. I smile, sitting next to him. "It feels so good being on my bed instead of that stupid hospital bed."

He sits up, leaning against his headboard. He motions me to come lay next to him so I crawl over to him, resting my head near the crook of his neck. I missed his hugs. They make me feel more comfortable.

He intertwines his fingers with mine. I look at our hands, feeling my face turn hot.

"So you drove forty-five minutes to a hospital, just to see me in a coma, every day?!" His question is filled with enthusiasm.

"Not every day," I admit. "I did sleepover once."

He pulls away, looking at me with a shocked face.

"What?" I ask.

"You slept over? Selena, are you crazy?" He asks.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Your mom was working a late shift or something so I volunteered to sleepover. I think your dad was still on a business trip. Besides the uncomfortable couch, I didn't really mind it."

His face breaks out into a grin. "God I could kiss you right now!"

I feel my heart start beating faster. My eyebrows raise and my eyes slightly go wide. His face runs cold when he realizes what he said, instantly turning bright red. "I-I didn't mean to say that out loud."

I'm completely stunned. Did he really say that? Even if it was an accident, he was thinking that??

"But you thought about it." I blush.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

I lean in so our faces are an inch apart. "I want our first kiss to be special, not on your bed where you're probably still groggy from all the drugs."

His eyes flicker down to my lips for a split second. I look down at his and still see the cut on his lip. I put my thumb over it and say quietly, "And the cut on your lip."

He gulps. I try my best to not burst into laughter. He'd think I'm laughing at him. But it's actually just to make the situation less awkward.

I go to rest my head on his chest again but he catches me off guard by asking, "So you'd kiss me?"

"Mhm," I hum. "Just not right now."

I watch as his eyes light up which makes my heart beat faster. I know how much I wanted to kiss him yesterday, and how much I do right now. But I don't want to overwhelm him. He has enough on his plate right now.

I can't see what color his eyes are today. The small glare on his glasses stops me from seeing them clearly.

"Well, when do you think that time will be?" He asks.

I giggle and playfully smack his chest. "Whenever the time is right."

"Like right now?"

"No!" I laugh. "Grayson you can wait!"

"Okay, okay, jokes aside." His laugh starts to fade. "I haven't really told anyone this,"

I sit up and sit beside him. I furrow my eyebrows, waiting for him to speak.

He fumbles with his hands, avoiding eye contact with me. "I've never- - I've never had my first kiss."

I start smiling like a little kid in a candy store. "And you want me to be the first girl you'll kiss?"

He takes my hands in his, making my hold body run hot. He pulls me close to his face and lowly says, "There's no one else I'd want it to be."

"I swear that coma did something to you. A month ago you would've never told me that." I tease.

"It made me realize that we shouldn't take life for granted." He states.

He got discharged from the hospital today, and I haven't left his side since. He goes back to school next week.

He isn't so in love with the idea of using crutches. He thinks he can walk by myself. I had to help him get on the bed earlier.

I look up at his cheek, running my finger over his cut. "Does it hurt?"

He shakes his head no. I start pushing his hair away from his forehead, just like I did back in the hospital. He closes his eyes, and I quickly kiss his forehead.

His eyes immediately open, and he gasps. "So you'll kiss my forehead but not me?"

I nod. I take my phone out of my pocket to check the time. I huff, "I gotta go before my mom kills me."

I start to crawl out of his bed. He tries his best to crawl out too, but immediately hisses in pain. I turn around, playfully rolling my eyes at him. "You need to be in bed recovering. You have one week of relaxation."

I pull the blanket over him, smiling at him. "I'll call you later."

I quickly lean in, grabbing his jaw with my hand. I kiss his cheek as a goodbye then walk out of his room.