LAUREL
He placed me gently onto the couch, letting my feet touch the ground before he lifted my left feet to see the damage those heels had done to my ankle.
“Get me the first aid kit!” He ordered and almost immediately a kit was brought to him and without hesitation, he took out an ointment and a bandaid.
I felt his finger smear the ointment on the area and his warm breath, blowing onto my skin before placing the bandaid over it.
The bruise didn’t hurt as much it usually would, maybe because I was watching the way his hair went up with each stride or the way his light blue eyes peered at my injury like it was too important to ignore.
“Thanks” I mumbled softly, waiting for him to leave before I would be able to go upstairs. Because who am I kidding? The moment I walk in front of him,
