“The cuts don’t look too deep,” he said as he brought my hands closer to his face and inspected them. “We need to clean the wounds and stop the bleeding.”
“Are you a doctor now?” I teased, trying to choke down the tears that were threatening to fall.
He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto the countertop. Shocked by his strength, I just gawked at him. We stared at each other as he brushed his thumbs against my stomach, causing my insides to flip.
“Just sit there and look pretty while I bandage you up.”
He thinks I’m pretty.
I felt my cheeks flush.
His muscles moved under the edges of his T-shirt sleeves, and I became transfixed by their rhythm, squeezing my legs together. “This may hurt a little,” he said as he rubbed the soap into the paper towel.
I winced, trying to pull my hands back. “Isn’t there a better way to do it?” I asked.
He stepped forward, almost standing between my legs.
My heart stopped and my breathing faltered.
“I just need to clean the blood away and make sure there are no shards inside the wounds before I bandage them.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes growing wide.
He glanced up and grinned. “I’m standing where I know you can’t kick me in the balls.”
I sighed, resting my knees against his sides.
Might as well enjoy myself.
He touched my hand and pulled my fingers flat. I grimaced, waiting for the soap to sting. As he wiped my palm, the coolness of the water felt better than I’d expected.
Maybe my brain was fuzzy from him being so near, but I didn’t feel pain. My belly fluttered as he touched me.
If I leaned forward just a little bit more, I could kiss him and smell him.
“Did you just sniff me?” he asked as he peered up, holding my hand in his.
“No!” I squirmed, squeezing my knees against his sides and instantly regretting our position.
“You smelled me.” He looked back down with a grin.
I swallowed hard, feeling wetness pool between my legs.
“Leave your hand open to dry.” He opened my right hand and repeated the process.
“Are we good?” I asked as he finished wiping the last cut. I was ready to hop down and put a little space between us.
“Yeah, but we need to bandage them up first. They’re still bleeding, and if we don’t, you’ll get it everywhere.”
“Great.” I rolled my eyes. Why the fuck had I made my interior white?
“Your hands are going to be sore tomorrow.” His hands rested on my thighs, scorching my skin. “Where’s your first-aid kit?”
I should’ve shaved.“Fucking fabulous,” I muttered. “In the master bathroom.” I motioned toward the hallway.
“Stay put,” he commanded, pointing at me.
I hunched my shoulders, placing my palms up. “Where am I going? I’m not bleeding all over my place.”
