"Oh you don't know. Some model might find you all charming," Ileana said with a smile, "I'd hate to have to fight some girl on the red carpet for hitting on you."
Ileana settled against the pillows, looking at him in the dim light. "Maybe. The doctor gave me stuff for the pain and I passed out on the couch earlier. And it was like...it was just Saturday, you know? Seeing it over in my head." She frowned a little as she spoke, "I guess I can't pretend like it wasn't a big deal."