Alex, Ash and Isaac left in one taxi, while Matt and I rode in another.
- Are you okay? - Matt asked, looking at my wrist.
- Yeah, don't worry about it. You know anything makes me bruise. - I gave my friend a gentle tap on the shoulder and smiled.
- I'm still worried about what happens to you. If someone hurts you, I don't know what I'd do. The thought of it makes me miserable. - Matt clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white.
- Nothing will happen to me. It's okay, Matty. - I reassured him by placing my hand over his.
- Sash, you know you can tell me anything, right? - His brow furrowed, causing a couple of wrinkles to appear on his forehead.
- Yes, I do. You can still tell me anything. - I stretched out my other hand and placed a finger on Matt's forehead to make that gesture go away, which worked perfectly.
- That's the way I like it. - I said, withdrawing my hand.
- Me too. - Matt whispered, staring at me, making my heart tremble.