Chapter 139. He Likes Me

Tiffany didn’t hate him, and she was willing to go to prom with him willingly.

The thought brought a smile to his lips. It made his headache lessen.

And she was here, with him. For once, he didn’t have to feel alone. He let out a soft moan as he felt her cool fingers massage his scalp.

This had to be a dream, right?

“You aren’t actually here, are you?” He murmured, his eyes closed.

He felt her shift. “What?” she whispered.

“I have a feeling I’m in some kind of fever-induced coma and imagining you next to me,” he said.

Tiffany giggled. “You are always saying weird things. Is your headache getting better?”

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you should stop doing what you’re doing right now. God, you have such a soft hand. I’m in heaven,” he said.

“You still feel really hot. Maybe I need to take you to the hospital,” Tiffany said.

Jacob’s eyes snapped open. “What? No, that’s not necessary.”

“Why not? I can ask John to drive us and the