Chapter 5

“Great,” I muttered. The humiliation knew no end.

“Can you get up?”

“Of course.” But it was easier said than done; my knees wobbled, and my ankle twinged, and I ended up having to lean on him for balance.

Back on my feet, I took stock of my body. Aside from my bleeding face, I had scraped both knees, my left shin, and the heels of my hands. It stung like hell, as if I’d landed in a nest of fire ants. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning in front of Cute Guy.

I looked down at him. He had the biggest eyes I’d ever seen, and they were framed in long, blond eyelashes, creating an intriguing contrast to his brown irises. He chewed on his lower lip, and his hands fluttered as if he wanted to touch me and help but wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“I’m okay,” I said, wanting to erase the worried crease between his eyebrows.